The fox squealed and I looked up. The fox was boldly looking in my direction, its amber eyes glowing in line with my tired ones.
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I cannot shake the feeling of perpetual otherness that sits like a paperweight atop the lining of my stomach.
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Happy Valentine’s Day!
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Confundi la madrugada con la atardecer I can’t let myself want Much for much Longer Now all that consumes Me is the thought of blue- Berry muffins on my severed …
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Narrow streets and street lights off
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I always regret these mirror sessions
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That’s Tragedy, Baby
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He was aware of the eyes on him. Vaguely. They had to be looking at him
