A hand-painted watercolor idol halos dozens of Go-ishi. A one-armed, blood stained, singularly loyal effigy. I meditate on cold human perfection by the light of a shogi lamp. I selfishly read desire in brush strokes. Re-imagined and delicate fingers of a raven-haired friend and lover. Vanity is difficult to patch with hot glue and sledgehammers. The long-con of winters is the only play that isn't expulsion.
1:28 p.m. - 2017-07-17
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