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Continue reading →: [i can’t stop my broken film rolls]
when my mind wins the races you never signed up forleave my rage to me, and watch as the government burns eyes into mulchwhile friction leads to fire. tell me about everything i am notand I’ll tell you everything i am i never asked for an audience.if you never meant…
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Continue reading →: 11:11
“The best way to get over a woman is to turn her into literature” but they turned me into graveyards filled withbones from the time you threw the petals into your chimney, hoping it’d make the soot brighter somehowknowing that like the old saying, what goes around comes around but…
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Continue reading →: Subject: one last missed call
To: unclear i. The day after New Year’s Day – it’s so cold but you hand me your jacket in my mind, in my mind you don’t have a face and you’re not chivalrous. You merely want my smell wrapped in your clothes to take a fragment of me around…
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Continue reading →: The plane was delayed today
I’m terrified of love songsToday, the weather is a love letter.And though I see clouds shaped like dreams and stars shaped like drops of gold, I could swear they were blood before they were a boon.I think it’s a bit strange how we keep unraveling the strings of those we…
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Continue reading →: i found my larynx at the edge of the gutter
So go ahead and romanticize the moonbut what if I told you the crates and curses are nothing but the scars on my windpipe.I will be a force to be reckoned with butnowI circle the consequences to my own mindless excuseswear myself down to a sore itch.Let me live my…
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Continue reading →: My best friend once told me I love the sea because it’s in my name.
I often dream about the ocean.It’s neither here nor there, but it’s said that the person you think about while looking at the ocean is the person you’re in love withBut the only thoughts which have the audacity to encroach are of the people I’ve let go of. While I…
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Continue reading →: grief (invitation to an evening snack)
I was baking a cake that dayI didn’t plan to eat it. It was simply a distraction.Did you know, all these raw emotions, and I still can’t go past your street without the clenched fist inside me turning coldI heard you saw Grief last day, from your windowsill?I opened the…
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Continue reading →: grief
23 feb, 2024 3:36 a.m. They say grief is an unexpected visitor, never letting you know when it’s arrivingbut always arriving.Be it in days, weeks, months or years.It’s funny really, how i can greet grief as an old friend. I never knew I had himuntil he grabbed my face and…
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Continue reading →: the notes app, 7:56 p.m.
Somewhere, on an old tumblr post perhaps, I read this quote which went something like, “I am made of fragments of the people around me”, and sometimes when I have the unfortunate liberty to analyze my behaviour, I find out that nothing is truer than this.I am, indeed, made out…
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Continue reading →: Childhood
When they ask me what my favourite childhood memory is, I tell them it’s the sunlight and the rain and how things used to linger on the tip of my fingers. I tell them it was the monotony and the sweet nothings. What I don’t tell them is that my…