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Re: the year all of the pets you met as a teenager started dying
night sneaks up like a child’s bedtime; i rub my eyes into the sleeve of my shirt, aching for god or my mother. extremities become detachable & friends become saints ...
Jun 29, 2024 -
Re: the year all of the pets you met as a teenager started dying
a place for my archaic bones & bathroom-etched promises
May 4, 2024