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Too much coffee
Still dandelioning
half-awake
autumn
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I wish I could translate what I feel
Charcoal
apex
there’s a rose in all of us.
she wants to bloom, but
the doing kills the bud before it even sees itself.
budless roses we are,
look how we grow thorns.
thorny beings we are,
lively, forlorn.
I post loose notes, poetry, and experiments here sometimes. I post audio versions of narratives on Substack sometimes.