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i am one and you are all of them
on days like these, we hold tea between our teeth.
ask to be calmed by some warm, hopeless skin
like a thin line of chai against porcelain.
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almond cake
maybe i’ll bake again one day.
fold egg whites like blue sheets in july,
summer water on my lips and down the drain as if weren’t an issue anymore.
the rice will always turn to pudding and i’ll never be as old as wine
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15 words (who am i)
i am the one to build ice from puddled water. leaking, honest, here for you.
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secretly written in ninth grade french class
secretly written in ninth grade french class
fold your love into a napkin and leave it on the porch for a lonely bird.