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Listen to the surf. I could lie here, lie here with you forever.

STARTING AGAIN BY LINDSAY SMITH 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 89

Do you think we could do things together always? I mean, like we could be these archaeologists sifting the sand for the remains of ancient civilisations, and together all the time, sharing everything.

 I aim to word a new world. 

POETRY FOR THE EXILED BY DC COPELAND 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 89

I invent the last thing

that ever happens.

INVENTIONS PT 110 BY WILLIAM ERICKSON 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 89

I scratch in your sound with a stylus of distant horns and angry doors.

BODY PAINT, NO TATTOOS BY HR HARPER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 89

Have gun. Give your money.

RONNIE AND THE NIGHT CLERK BY JOHN PALMER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 89

“Wait!” Carl shouted. “You want money? I’ll hire you.”

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34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 89

INVENTIONS PT 110 BY WILLIAM ERICKSON, STARTING AGAIN BY LINDSAY SMITH, SHE SEES A LIGHT BY DANIEL BRUGIONI, POETRY FOR THE EXILED BY DC COPELAND, RONNIE AND THE NIGHT CLERK BY JOHN PALMER, BODY PAINT, NO TATTOOS BY HR HARPER.

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