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I’m tired. I’m tired of trying to be everything society, men, women, family, friends, et
to fall in love: a collection of sixteen poems on the truths of first love. that not quite
I am trying to be a softer place to land.
Always & always.
Do you remember where you were when you forgot all you’d learned? When love again became the s
Post-It Series #3
And maybe I’m just grateful to do something that matters with my hands.
Mine, mine, mine.
Post-It Series #2
They don’t teach it to you.
It doesn’t always look the same.
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Post-It Note Series #1
These places, they love us, then they set us free.
Feels like the only sure thing I’ve ever done.
I’d tell you what I’ve learned, but most days it doesn’t seem like half way to eno
I wanted to write a letter to the heartbroken.
((I want to be able to say I never left a single damn sorry stone unturned.))
You: all spitfire & ash & screaming in your sleep.Me: saltwater & candlewax
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Check out my blog here! A collection of longer pieces of writings and poems
DO YOU:write poetry?write prose?like history?still carry a war wound from a Russian sabre at Austerl
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