My Poetry
As, though fingerless, you tear / At your nonexistent hair… Read more
A moment just to readjust / Back into an entitled, snotty ass… Read more
Till I learn to myself forgive / I’ll never learn to forgive you Read more
Everybody’s / Looking at us… Read more
… And all the libraries of the world / Will exist at your fingertips Read more
And from my body shall you return / A world unto yourself Read more
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