Category: 365 Collection
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Her fortune read, “You will travel to many exotic places,”…
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We looked for ourselves in jazz clubs planted in unfinished basements
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to be completely honest, there are those days when i want to pour vodka into my morning coffee
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The space between raindrops Is where I reside
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suddenly, solid as a second chance, asking me to unseal his sand art kit.
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As I walk through a collective field of souls I wonder what there is to gain
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Isobel wakes up earlier than usual today. Still, under the blanket, she watches the sun stain the sky a deep purple from the glass slats on the roof.
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To their ears it’s a nuisance, but to mine, it’s a comfort
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it seems to be a fuzzy rat cycling with pizza to the street corner apple tree
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So I shall arise And return To my mother’s house. Unrepentant.
