Story
Time
Hold a
star
hush a
tantrum
join a
coin
of
phrase
and a
phantom
call
while flipping
the
telltale pull
start
with the catch
and let
go.
In between
a mask
the fact
and
infancy
the
throw
one
final rose
bone
a plot
a
potter’s wheel
blue
stone
the well
old
coinage
kept
locks
a kiln
father’s
band of gold
a folded
wing
the fear
of falling
stars
between
stars
human
faces
there
are no desert places.
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