Tag: Memory
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27 August: Amorphous
Amorphous She remembers the summeras hot andprickly dry. She spent most of itlicking moistureon her lips, and then her upper lip peeled,cracked, and bledas she gnawed the twiggish twisty bits with her lowerteeth. And then the summer was gone.Her memoriesfaltering, a penny for your porous,amorphousthoughts. And she stares off, wondering what was she thinkingwhile her…
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