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In a Lonely Place on 07-16-2019


Smoke lingers on her tongue, making a single bottom tooth, a mouth ravaged by decay. I feel worse for it, so I find the number 6 in the smoke already exhaled and turn it into a sacred sign. Six. ⠀

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