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Summer Nostalgia
Look before you flee.
Somewhere within me there is a part of me apart from me. And sometimes it talks to me and I…
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nothing’s alive when I touch it so I repent in dissipation and we blame each other and live off of the morsels of our relationships but I am not complaining because at least I am not completely starving and every brink of almost love — of almost having something so unfathomably precarious- gives me this brillian plethora…
Waves
Originally published on Feminine Collective
Her
There I was, echoing footsteps from two months back over the same dusty pavement, eyes wandering across the gas station McDonald’s. The sky was musky, a warm wind blew over the sand on the sidewalks and swirled around the few Toyota’s waiting to be loaded up with petrol just as their owners were loading up their bellies…
The slight babble, the river that builds itself
A discourse, a disbelief, all resting on this twig that I saw on my morning walk
My feet, an array of discontent, and my heart in my tongue, speaking a simple spell