badlands

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“whatever the name of the catastrophe, it is never / the opposite of love.” — Mary Oliver, from Dream Work: Poems; “Shadows”
She was always in motion. A haze if neon glow and cigarette smoke followed her wherever she whent. A perfect storm, broken like shards of glass from the bottom her her concrete soul. She brings destruction and choas along for her joy rides
We Heart It
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