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661 · Jun 2017
Tu Me Manques
perhaps,
when you're gone,
i'll paint my fingernails
blue,
and when you come
back and ask why
i'll say my hands
were missing
you
599 · Jun 2017
Undivided Attention
His voice
commands
the room.
All eyes
were on
him.
I am that
room.
living with depression
is like living as a landlocked
pebble waiting for a sea
that might never come

— The End —