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Stevie Edwards

If I string the night between two fence posts, one side heaven and one side hell, if I stand in the middle of the field with a bottle of wine, human and raging, my friends will still hang from the line like the earth’s dirty laundry, my feet just sinking in the mud that is… Continue reading Stevie Edwards

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