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it’s complicated

early-july there’s an organ,full and begging, it bellows.you can’t hear it, or you can,but choose not to. so all i hear is static, whirring, thumping. tell me every terrible thing you ever…
palpable
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palpable

take me home. to the one i had all my firsts, the cocoon of nostalgia that cradles the remnants of my earliest years. colourful murals scribbled on my parents’ calloused…
Sometimes I Think
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Sometimes I Think

Selling Dreams  Leya In my dreams, I am still a little girl, Yearning to be pretty one day,  Hoping that my sepet eyes might just change, Wishing to be somebody,…