When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming

He made the stars speak to me in Morse Code	She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her	Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry	The weather is here, wish you were beautiful
The anti-insomnia powers of a 4 door with a large back seat	When I tell stories about you I have to use my hands	pukesick: notes to myself	Now is the time when I start: Drink
and then I woke up	She left these broken things	I cannot find the right words to tell her this	She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
There is a panther stalks me down	A rum drinking demon at tea	This morning, while you were still asleep	If on a winter's night a traveler
Her faith informed his fiction	Japanese origami legends and how they changed my life	Later that night: Both of us crying, him sometimes yelling.	I don't remember
I will permit my memory to recall	The collected letters of sundays dreaming	China bones	Dreaming up the Blue Door House

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