Trumpet

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Greg Kelley

eyelids play their game (or: tiny blue tongues of suffocated birds)

Greg Kelley

inhale stale air (or: just outlines, just hollow bodies, no color)

Greg Kelley

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Greg Kelley

If I Ever Have Occassion To Write Out My Last Words In Blood, I'll Write This

Greg Kelley

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Greg Kelley

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Greg Kelley

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Greg Kelley

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Greg Kelley

i am not about to rip masks off anyone

Greg Kelley

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Greg Kelley

how can i ever misplace you

Greg Kelley