you were the last one to fully love me, curled up in your lap
you combed my hair with your fingers.
i'm looking for someone to do the same
but i always give too much away.
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writings from a sore hand
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- julia
- tried to get my head clear, push things out through my mouth and get refilled through my ears
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- untitled
- counting silver
- slveszki
- today i am not who i want to be
- tired of the same people
- brevity equals clarity
- untitled
- looking for the unconditional
- i remember you on the worst of days
- used to laugh at your jokes. now the joke is on you.
- maternally destined.
- a squabble
- you are the water and i am just the same as ive been
- irremoveable things.
- in the margin
- quickly now and without dimention
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