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Erin Taylor | a traumatic photosynthesis
a traumatic photosynthesis i have built a city entirely made of baby teeth, roots holding still the frosted fort. the winter takes its toll on the way people’s hands touch on the street. two lovers are sharing jello off one plate in a garden constructed on empti ness. i see the little eyes they give each other, lime green jello sitting in the