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12/5, 7/11
I wanted to be the only. I wanted there to be no one else. In past…
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Shadow Dance
In the corner of my eyeI see her tiptoe on eggshells so softlySo eager to be…
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Oh Poet
How you’ve rend these pages that you’ve writtenA hard earned history, faded film photosThat you’ve crumpled…
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Attachment Theory
Listen —I wonder if you want to burn through melike a candle in the dark?If I…