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Only Nooses by Ben Togut

            where old chandeliers used to hang, crystals dazzling blood orange light. wandering barefoot across marble, draped in the heaviest of furs, needles of frost burrowing into her forearms.   Every morning a new baptism, a new lesson in forgetting her body                         a thesis on hollowness, straining against frost-bitten lavender. Static nights whispering along […]

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