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the roads are tired tooi keep thinking... / if i could just get on a bus / any bus / the motion would fix me / but even the

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Mar 5

window at dawnthin light slips in / touches the floor gently / like it knows i am fragile / like it believes i mig

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Feb 16

smog soulcity smoke curls in lungs. / i choke quietly, / air tastes like regret / like every wrong turn.

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Feb 14

let the saxophone hurtthere’s a bar down the street / bleeding saxophone, / and i don’t go in. / i stand outside / and let

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Feb 12

white paperi write instead of cut, / let the page / take the hit, / white paper / walking away / scarred / so i

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Feb 9

jazz prayer on cracked asphalti keep thinking / if i could just get on a bus / any bus / the motion would fix me / but even the ro

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Jan 21

the dream that limpsi dream in limping colors / purple bruises, / yellow streetlights flickering out, / the sickly green

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Dec 10, 2025

___ and mirrorsit’s midnight in laredo / and my shoes slap the sidewalk / like a dying heartbeat. / people pass by

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Aug 17, 2025

no map for thisi drove west / until gas ran out & / the sky turned orange like it knew something / i didn’t — / the

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Jul 21, 2025

nowhere train (a beginning)i left on a tuesday because mondays felt too cinematic. / threw a bag in the backseat — / socks, not

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Jul 18, 2025

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