My Diary: Pile Of Coal In A Forest

I went out with the constellation lady to an old market town that circled the blackened sun.‭ ‬The glove puppets that poked their false heads out of very long sleeves‭ (‬winding like pavements‭) ‬called this the past.‭ ‬We ate brunch in a department store with flames issuing from my open hands.

Pile Of Coal In A Forest

Pile Of Coal In A Forest

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