The smell of fresh coffee tickles my nose as I sit across of a much younger me. I smile at her, watching her eat the orange slices I cut up…
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Poetry Corner
[resemantization] A sound and its own halo above me constructing new horizons of views unseen Yet I remain myself Behind the grazing fields of sound A new world of…
Nothing good ever happens after 2 AM
I'm clutching the glass of water in my hands as if it's going to shatter if I only squeeze a little harder. His gaze drills holes through me, as if…
Poem: [library science]
[library science] te scriu te citesc viața ta e o carte necunoscută ținută în lanțuri în sihăstrie o jumătate de sărut ca o dragoste incompletă aș fi vrut să…
Play Pretend
play pretend and then i'll see you at christmas maybe one or two times in the summer on the drives to beaches our friends wanna go to and then…