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Crack
Salty.
I lick my lips, trying to clean my face. Then I remember, I am not a cat. I lift my hand to my eyes to dry the tears the old fashioned way. They are cold. I am holding hands with myself.
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Loves
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New Years 2025
Footprints of tourists painting the sand,
The cries of the ocean berating the land.
Chappell Roan and milestones,
Informing the world we aren’t fighting alone.
Ten teenagers talking til the old year gives way,
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This Midnight Feels Different
This feels like the countdown to doomsday.
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...Proposing all branches be put under presidential control...
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Childhood
I remember when a phone wasn't important to me
When all I wanted to do was play outside in the grass
Watch as the clouds wisped by in the sky
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Assumptions
I hate the fact that so many people make assumptions.
About me.
The “fact” that because I have hearing aids means that I am deaf.
