Writing
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Exil du soi
I reside in a foreign land,
An unfamiliar place
Where I left all familiarity behind.I keep running,
But my past moves faster
Than I ever could. -
Just Your Child
To be your child.
What would it mean to be your child?
Would you still be proud?
And when they refuse to treat me right,
Would you stand up and be loud?
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What The Night Sky Beholds
a time, there was a girl who adored space. She read pages upon pages of books about constellations and the stars, memorizing names and how many miles away they were from earth.
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Letter to Tony Bourdain
Dear Anthony Bourdain
somewhere between the time you died and the time you lived
i found a part of myself in the words you spoke
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Not quite right
I try to meet the next
but it's not quite right
he doesn't make me laugh they way you made me laugh
he doesn't show his affection for me like you do
he doesn't know me like you know me
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The Eldest Game
ghosts of peo / ple hiding in this house / they grew up in and left / hiding under tables in clo / sets long thin men pale pe / ople dark people all hidden / separately in the same room / waiting for the seeker to finis / h counting endlessly endl