Joshua Copeland
When the Clouds Sink to the City Streets
By Joshua Copeland The lack of everything, the lack of common sense, the lack of cold, clean, textbook logic, the lack of purpose, the lack of nurture, the lack of touch, all of this sculpted me. With wet clay, they molded and squeezed and shaped with their claws until I lived with breath and blood. [...]
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