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  • good luck

    my mom and dad were caught in the storm. mom charged her phone in the car. sent a text. dad’s zone got flooded out. he called a few days later. the same day i began to really worry, or i guess just miss him more. weird thoughts intruded, about death. about happiness. about sadness. a…

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  • nerves

    dreams tied up, am i looking for a buckle or a dialput my demons on trial the loose ends making amends but the screen still buzzingthey couldn’t tell me if I was helping myself or running

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  • driving

    vibes ride with the dragons spur you are a twirl of underminedintellectualrhythmicsystematic broken, wilted,flor spoken risen to be your guidance is ice cream

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  • patina

    One foot in front of the other, like models in a high-paced fashion show. Two things on my mind: bills and a vintage lamp. What runs through their minds during the show? Fashion shows, with their meticulous attention to detail and seamless blending of past and present trends, often mirror the aesthetics we choose for…

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  • metaphors

    I don’t know what’s good anymore. I write, and write. there’s a collection of past emotions pilled up between the pages in the notebooks that raid the cupboard, and I don’t know what I feel anymore. I write, and write. I don’t know if those feelings still reside and hold a place in the veins…

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