Poetry
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It’s been a riddle, thank you
How is the present treating you? Is it still paying rent to your past? Continue reading
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You loved me as a woman but forgot I’m also a poem
When I don’t see you, I write about you. Because when I see you, I’m too busy falling apart beneath a smile. Continue reading
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I built mountains between us
And forgot about the wildfires. And forgot about the rivers. Continue reading
Boundless Entries 