big town blues (xxii)
shortsighted
shortsighted
that’s me
mild distance
feels fake
those rare times
i glass focus
to closer
i look down
closer
terre exact
closer
feet they walk
closer
nothing drags
closer
it’s all so
closer
i must be shorter
glasses
they shrink you
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big town blues (xxii)
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shortsighted
foul guilt (i)
foul guilt (ii)
parijs
college kid
cold day
moment
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