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  • Cry for You.

    I could cry days for you,weeks,years.I could cry you a new calendar,a new generation,a new slice of time in the sky,salty enough,to compensate your sweetness,a place where’d you’d be the revered sovereignty,and would ban my tears for eternity,because you never cease to exist for me,as long as I can cry for you. 

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  • An ode to the bathroom.

    I spent my childhood looking over my shoulder, growing stiffer and colder, afraid of my fragile soul being demeaned; I would have rather no one intervened. But, my bedroom was never a safe haven away from prying eyes and concerned looks So whenever I was craving a peaceful, private nook To the bathroom I would

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