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Henry’s hairs are not, as far as he has fathom, contrary to his suspicions,
falling out.

Bleak as Jarndyce nights have to me grown.

the mississippi runs through this city
there are bodies in it
ghosts

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“Next.”

“How does it feel?” The heat has long since sucked all the air out of this concrete room. Everything is choked with dust and sweat.

The above video is an archive of the latest edition of the Misery Loves Company social reading series.

his neighbor pulled up
in a new car
boy what a car

It was hot, sweltering; hell itself had its equal that summer.

she was white
and fucked up