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JAKE
Selfies
When you laugh it’s genuine. I can see it in the crinkles around your eyes.
Corcovado
My words in comparison felt like roasted mud cracking in the sun.
Gang Gang
I am Buddha, without desire. But if they want to hang, will even the Buddha say no?
Stellar Jay
The people were looking askance at the wind
Palingenesis
on the platform / he stands to be / reckoned with
Ryan Texts Me
Not as in the vowels. / I don’t think they know about those.
i dot my eyes with stars
at home the phone rings but never for me.