The night is false, sometimes the night is.
Sometimes I let myself be part of it, you see, I am a coward.
We let ourselves into the garden; how grandeur, how want. The lost soft supple abstract.
“Red-coated ushers swim in a sea of silk saris Usher me in, gentlemen Raw silk the colors of arteries”
Maggie Nelson | “Carnegie Hall”
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