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LL Apr 23
summer is the call
cicadas hum and chirp to —
I answer, find me
2025/065
LL Apr 21
focusing on my
pain is how I lose the hand
I'm holding right now
2025/064
LL Apr 21
can life lose all its
meaning — and could there ever
be one without love?
2025/063
LL Apr 20
joy would always leave
me like a bird that flew out
of its cage and — when
it came back knocking on the
glass — I wouldn't let it in
2025/062
LL Apr 13
I don't tell you things
because explaining in length
things long brewing's like
standing at the floodgates of
a river as it empties
2025/061
LL Mar 26
if I have to kneel before your body
to get what I want — and
hear songs of quick shallow breaths —
soft praises — from your mouth agape
— no wonder they call it

a TEMPLE
2025/060
LL Mar 25
know that if I leave
I didn't stop choosing you —
I stopped choosing me
02/28/2025
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