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Jan 2018
Ears pricking, only quietly haunting any other type and skirting the edges of things wolfishly, Iā€™m howling all of the things that build up at a forever indifferent moon, pupils  narrow in the light from a cracked phone screen, insatiable, academics are another breed altogether, we go back to our hometowns and feel too big inside, consumed
Written by
Tori  Washington
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