Category: March 2025
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What if I don’t find love by 40, I turn out to be the oldest one in my friend group to be so seriously single. What if I don’t find love because maybe I truly cannot love someone so much in that way, an ancient joke of settling and co-dependency. I’m 31 and my left…
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What remains will be washed away. Rivers are wild and rush into the fields, digging the ravines scarring the forlorn landscapes. Hills form along the distant edges dug up into their shapes beneath the torrents. Water fills my nose and mouth, there is still no air to be breathed in this drowned world, but I…
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a faded sun and a tree wind blown hair a cup of fruit unsuspecting eye contact and disconnect smile full of teeth hollow unrealness full genuinity glimmers and a hope no more smile less sun more faded the trees sway a sunset far behind breezy clouds passing dusk arrives home is behind
Tenement 