I drank cold coffee and wrote with a sticky pen; clearly headed nowhere good to-day.
They rolled their **** in mango-flavored papers.
I stood small and center
in the dark room, hands clutching
mesh straps of a fuschia-pink littlegirl backpack.
I stood
slightly slumped
to watch dim orange light outside the dorm window set fire to my shoes.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 12:07 AM UTC
I drank cold coffee and wrote with a sticky pen; clearly headed nowhere good to-day.
They rolled their **** in mango-flavored papers.
I stood small and center
in the dark room, hands clutching
mesh straps of a fuschia-pink littlegirl backpack.
I stood
slightly slumped
to watch dim orange light outside the dorm window set fire to my shoes.
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