“That I read my books by the light of riotfire. That my best words came farthest from myself & it’s awesome. / Because a blade of brown rye, multiplied by thousands, makes a purple field.
Because this mess I made I made with love. Because they came into my life, these ghosts, like something poured. Because crying, believe it or not, did wonders.”
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