We weep
For at the altar of dreams
We are freed
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i miss (this)
Scuttle hug meet the rug hey how you doin’ down there? I miss the act of starting over like I had nothing to lose, no memories, no reputable ruse; instead I start over with all this baggage cuz I gotta know who i am after the rules and stories i used to be– i miss…
I’m afraid
Yes, the lake had fish. No, I couldn’t catch any. So after a dozen failed attempts at nabbing slick blue fins I just waited out the fire that burned the whole
Back North
Hey Kid, it’s been a while since I’ve been back north. Have the daffodils sprung up yet in the flower beds? Have the magnolias bloomed? Are the puddles expanding outside the window, are your boots tall enough to stomp through them and stay dry up top? Hey Kid, I listened to a Raye song, and…
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Jordyn Saelor 