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Dear stranger I have pieces of you I don’t know what to do with. Memoirs of yesterday’s memories, An odeRead more.
You can memorize the stories Not the pain hidden in them. They are buried zombies Occurrences awaken to recount memoirsRead more.
You take my broken halleluyahs. And all my faithless amens. You collect my desperate tears. And all my consuming guilt.Read more.