by miranda after burning by beverley bie brahic, spare-ness by JKD and a beautiful burning by Sue Chenette
Whisper -- edge of things -- broken -- solidify -- solidify a window view. Look we've fallen -- not fallen -- would not have fallen. She sought sparks with me. The self is nasty. Edge of things. Whisper fallen for in this instant, many instants passed. If overheard, believe me, but you scratched out the contexts of everything - i said nothing. I showed nothing. Edge edge edge out of things. I will take uninformed beginnings and form them for you -- you'll see me. You'll see me through now. You'll take me whole.
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