A WEEK IN SEPTEMBER

piling up magazines till they’re safe to throw away

a concentration of empty cups

where did these bruises come from, I’ve been in the house all week.

not trusting my own eyes with the couple in the sunlight.

think about my ex’s more than drake

i bought 2 tickets but ended up taking my sister again.

proustian bike ride home

never under estimate their algorithms

it’s Friday night

if i sleep will the news still happen

That was the week that was.

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