Brett Bennett

Constellations of the freckles on your face

I’m cold, not wearing shoes

looking at the stars, glass in my hand

You find the Cluster / I find the Belt

Everyone wants to feel bad sometimes

what the bartender sees he can’t remember

What is beautiful is what we do not remember

 

 

 

 

 

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ISSUE 90
Tiny Data

 

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