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Sundays Are Fantasies, Verging On Prayer
Jul 23, 2024
It Ends or It Doesn't
Jul 16, 2024
There Are Corpses In My Closet
Jul 9, 2024
Summer Lives in the Fruit Bowl
Jul 2, 2024
A Girl is a Gun
Jun 24, 2024
Love Languages Are Frivolous & Other Confessions
Jun 17, 2024
The Gods Kneel At My Feet; I Beckon My Friends
Jun 4, 2024
What is May Without June
May 30, 2024
My Memories Are String Knotted To My Bones
May 20, 2024
A Kiss Is A Kiss Is a Kiss Is A
May 13, 2024
Tell Me Where To Put My Rotting Words
Apr 29, 2024
I Am a Hoarder of Memories But Can’t Remember What I Had For Breakfast
Apr 21, 2024
When Icarus Falls In Love Again (Dare I Say That I Am Icarus)
Apr 16, 2024
On Narratives
Apr 10, 2024
She Hates My Habits and I Say: Like Mother, Like Daughter
Mar 31, 2024
Cynicism Rings In My Ears On a Monday Morning
Mar 18, 2024
My Pen Is Mightier Than A Sword Yet It Still Slits My Throat
Mar 7, 2024
I Take Bites of the Months but They’re the Ones Eating Away At Me
Feb 1, 2024
All My Friends Are In Love and My Hands Are Stained Red From These Pomegranate Seeds
Jan 27, 2024
January Is The Taste of Ashes From Everything I've Ever Written
Jan 6, 2024
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