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An allowance of the void's presence to embody the space of this Zine.
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[things I’m afraid of]:
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Wherever you go
& there you are.
Between the space of our faces is a dangling ash,suspended by strands that
will separate us eventually. The ash,when eventually comes, will have grown.
The strands too thick to see you now, I wish you well. > > > > > > > > > >
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[the lifelong search for the sublime] > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > .
as though speech were a still performance
Lost in the Abyss of Lake Michigan, Or Something.
I hear church bells sound from accross the street, They are warming like a kiss from you.But like a kiss from you that is through several layers of artificiality that now lines the insides of me.That kiss from you through these stratums feel like a memoryAnd I think it is until I feel your breath, taking mine.
O h, Nothing
[PG. 4 Yuri Gagarin PG. 6 Stephanie Gage PG. 8 “Beyond the Black Rainbow”]
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