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iv. seventeen syllables about absence change happens like this ; you never notice when it's all gone. you're missing.

iii. migration the black-orange gusts of wind are flying past, seeking the sun onece more. hiding from this perpetual chill that ought to happen. black-feathered mourners are coming down though, ...

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very interesting!! 2 decades is a long time!!! but i almost wonder if this split [yws and wf] would create a sense of animosity/seperation??? i am probably misunderstanding your intentions/how ...

ii. patchwork heart holes come home my ____, do not leave, and let me intertwine my hands in ____ i am only missing what is gone now, ____ name on ...

rahh rahh noise splat poop poop mwwwwwahahaha

i. ataúdes no son para siempre hay cosas en vida que son para siempre. como tiempo, cambío, y las fantasmas que te sigue. y también, hay cosas que cambias. como ...

i've been engrossed in theater stuff, i'm so sorry! hopefully will be in by friday or sooner

i love atla !!

voice ringing out to no avail TW: blood, death sometimes, it seems as if it had never been quiet. powerful ringing of the bells cut through the silence. only her ...

pre-napo poem: ghostly hands on my shoulders you are lit in warm wax tones, walking through pumpkins like it is a sunset midsummer. we have naught but eachother here, with ...

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i love su! i used to be really into it >.>

@alliyah thanks! idk i've always loved the way 14 looks. such a pretty number. far better than 7!

i refuse to write a linear narrative