zerothealien

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intuitionI cry a lot for myself. / I think about myself as a toddler. With a blonde, / choppy bob, and a mout
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Dec 7, 2019
il nostro funeraleStiff bent fingers like roots of trees, / disfigured and bent to sunlight, / clasp gently to the pin
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Aug 29, 2019
the desert's song.sit and think. very still in that chair. / your feeble hands can almost touch the / memory- if you t
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Aug 25, 2019
history repeatingblack glassy eyes staring back at mine. / double reflections. doppelganger. / a hawk with spread win
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Aug 2, 2019
midsommar.Our love is like an echo at the end of a hollowed-out tree trunk; / Catch me if you can or not at al
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Jul 10, 2019
i'm lostMy memory fails me. / My head cannot contain these / faces anymore. / People tend to look more and m
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May 1, 2019
HEL/pi sit and I ache / waiting for something to happen. / for anything to happen. / sometimes I wake up
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Feb 5, 2019
Hersometimes I feel lost in the bed sheets; / clinging onto a body I wasn't made to / hold.
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Jan 11, 2019
tick tockTime is such a weird thing, / we're oblivious to it's passing, / but in the end, we notice it more t
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Nov 6, 2018
hospital bed blues about a life they lived.Sandbox giggles and seesaw chuckles / echo around the park. / Little ones pitter patter on tarmac an
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Aug 8, 2018
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