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In the Heart
In the heart Streetlamps lick the slate sky / Bleeding into the night. / ink in water. Rubble grows tall like stale smelling weeds / Casting violent shadows over the forgotten / graves swathed i…
Naomi
The grey ice floating in the sink was slowly melting and I dipped my fingers between them, trying impossibly to hold the slippery cubes.
