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I wanted to crawl into your bed, dye my skin yellow. Imprint my blood in your final...
I have found every corner & it leaves your skin. To each room you peeled a layer, your...
Every day I wake up and watch exactly one tree being destroyed. Exactly one. One...
one thing the olive branch must learnis that people love paintings.they love to breathe asthmatic...
In the sticky sweet watermelon juice, the breeze that tastes like freedom, bonfires and silent...
why do lesbians move so quickly? quick to fall in love to move in quick...
I’m a pondering ocean As I stare through myself over and over To pluck out...
I think that if you took my brain apart you’d find a gold mine of...
Kind, clever, bright. Too bright. So bright she adhered herself like wax to the people...