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by Tara Carreon
Cloud in my ear
How foolish to stand puckered at the door
Mystical carnage
Pink salads
The fantasy is just a little too obvious
Did you know that there’s no God?
It would have been different if we'd put the pig on the windowsill
I was right – she was a complete throwaway
When you are in prison, you and your shit are never separate
Toxic eyelids
She was so responsible
She liked to watch deer running, and vampires
Here is another sparkling
The passionate armor
India, India
Grape leaves in Colorado
Let’s make some clarifications about the money over there
And jealousy
There was no place to turn around
Caught in a spider’s web
Reading the terms of our agreement
How else could she recognize the rhythm of her life?
Massive brain hemorrhage
Raindrop in water
There is so much pain.
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