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your stubbornness. and your striped shirt. and your never calling me now. wrapped in prison bared pattern shadows we were friends, we were friends or more, i don’t recall. now my puppy is crying i think he misses you maybe even a little more than me but no. no, infinity isn’t that much and forever wasn’t that long after all, was it.

» Posted By juliar On 02.19.2014 @ 1:33 pm


my toe bit an ant and she was born in black wings. so it hurt but not as much as i would have assumed and it is so stubborn of the ant to laugh at me, back at me, laugh at me. i was born in bosnia and i was raised in bosnia but i’m not bosian, i don’t feel, what does that say? HAHA will she say who eats pizza with a spoon.

» Posted By juliar On 02.18.2014 @ 8:51 am


sticky feathered swings brooms brows witchy circles mamas papas girls and boys and other gendered babes and grown ups play in sandy woods and mexico with home and trees and also ice cream falling down to little scars that babies get from crawling, and by omission, not getting more.

» Posted By JuliaR On 02.16.2014 @ 8:03 am

your bones were weary when you feel down the sledgy sludgy sleigh-eyed bows. and my mama kissed your bruisy brown hair to calm you down of your airy-high woes and streams of tears. oh darlings, darlingly approaching me on the playgroundy kiss.

» Posted By juliar On 02.15.2014 @ 1:49 pm

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