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The silverback’s eyes were with rage. He towered over the trees, yanking them from their roots like twigs. His roar drowned the feeble meow coming from within his fur. He twisted from the hunters’ bullets, his hand gentle over his tiny ward.

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2020-06-25

I heard your hums in the wind, turning tangles in my rubiginous hair. It led me to the boat where we'd read books for a while as we ate jumbo corn dogs & drank pitchers of pink lemonade—where I see you.

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2020-06-24