Of Caroline

Why do I chase the ones who want to be the Taj Mahal:
distant, magnificent, unreachable;
and really the Brighton Pavilion?


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Dylan Harris
90-96

it's my hands
my difficulty with melancholy
hence the coldness
fear in flight, god
dog sea
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