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collection

there's not a particular order to these, so explore as you please. if you're looking for more than just the written word, check out my spoken and extras pages.

safe haven

the door to my room doesn’t lock,  so I glued my palms to it to keep it shut the soles of my feet have grown roots that thread tight to...

coffee shop confessional

I don’t want anything. I don’t live for myself anymore (I don’t know if I ever did) hold on, work texted and I can’t afford to lose the...

lullaby at the end of the earth

dear mom, I'm trying to be good. but it's cold in the alley where I make myself a human so you'll have to settle for regretful deformity....

talk to me. tell me if you run hot.

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