11 Responses to “TJs”

  1. for every longitude
    crossed for the very
    first time, the brain
    pushes through a
    limit of compilation,
    draws a new doodle
    to symbolize this
    street, this corner,
    this hand-holding.
    for every latitude,
    we break down in
    laughter, spin
    the compass

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