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Why the Emerald City?

Rainy hilltops, an insect-eyed green-windowed library that flashes diamond the city in rare sunlight. Poetry, Riot Grrrl vestiges, revolution.

scratching my name in the moss on the underbelly of rocks just to get close, get close to you.

Green as you I came here

to green

with you.



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Poet and Tarot Reader, specializing in Water Cartography
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