Stagnant, putrid lake
of refuse and bloated fish.
Stench unbearable.

there's something not quite right about mine.

i am writing about furniture.
and thinking about loneliness.

"We are not survivors of a civil war;
We survive our love
because we go on
loving."

-June Jordan

...i hope you heard the words i couldn't say aloud.

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the only thing better than putting off homework...


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