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    • Dec 2, 2020

    sinking

    eyes blurred shoulders tense back feeling like a thousand bricks. I turn the page... Page? What is a page. I scroll down the screen* on...
    • Nov 29, 2020

    thoughts, not memories.

    how? mere moments together, but you still stain the more I scrub the deeper it seeps into my thoughts a game of tug-of-war as cinderella...
    • Jul 21, 2020

    love sick

    Love is a form of socially acceptable insanity. Place them in an institution. White walls enclosing in fast. Time will heal what the...
    • Jul 14, 2020

    that moment

    Hold my hand when we fall asleep. Forget the world, the far east. Tell me I’m beautiful, for the first time. Tell me you love me, despite...
    • Jul 2, 2020

    dried out

    “Dried Out” When a rose can no longer stand straight on its own, You dangle it; bottoms up, to preserve its beauty. At what cost?
    • Oct 10, 2019

    full moon

    I do not dare to share my secrets when she is shining at her fullest for fear that her light will only expose my darkness
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