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Nietzsche Called Us The Bungled And The Botched

The ice starts a warmth, the brain covered in April snow melts finally. With Hendrix unplugged straight solitude is a soul’s ghost. Bloodshot failures breathe Algren’s neon breath pressing gauze on Rite Liquors. Elizabeth Dickinson received her MFA in Writing … Continue reading

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