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Please, don’t.Don’t. Don’t you know? Don’t you know what I mean? Don’t you know what I mean when I say something isn’t right something isn’t right something isn’t right 
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IfI — I could. I could, love. I could love you. I could love you if… 
 I —I wanted. I wanted to. I wanted to, love. 
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A Gull’s CorpseIt's lying on its back on a large flat rock, exposed to the grayish sky like an offering to some odd god. There's a hole in its breast, 
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Morning in ParisIt’s morning in Paris, and the city still sleeps, though the sun has long risen and the cat has long been stretched in the light that washes over the quiet courtyard. 
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Mother of DemonsI wrote this for a Lord of the Flies creative project for school for which a prompt was to write about what would happen if it was girls on the island instead of boys. 
Loves
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It Never Endsher magenta marker the silent clock my desk, now darker with dust like chalk. his name in my phone my swimming mind his teeth were like moonstone, mouth open that night. 
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on endingsand— 
 time
 (itsoveritsoveritsoveritsover)
 stops.there are 
 tears
 in
 your
 eyes,
 mascara
 smeared
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wanting, without directiontoday's air tastes like berries and overused metaphors. the shadows run across golden ground, and i look at our old stone wall like they would in farmers' days. a boundary, a gate 
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October 20thThere is nothing like the floating feeling of trying to do pilates in socks and listening to Cigarettes After Sex as your knees scrape against the carpeted floor and the almost-black almost-night clings to the windows. 
 
 
 
