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ALL THE DOORS ARE HUMMING by Lucy Anderton • Cleaver Magazine
a simple star-crack unwinding in ropes of flat out shaking silver. The white bird is not raveled in thought when it breaks open the brow of the river with its flung down flight. How do I say it? I am there for you. I am never there for you. Not much belief would walk your hand straight through to my spine—