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Hello there,
Here are some poems and thoughts I get before I forget to write them down. In this space I am free to be uncontextualized, but I've left quite a few breadcrumbs - maybe you'll find yourself in here? This is only the beginning.
-A
Apr 2019
In slowed down moments, the scent of whiskey, of salt in the afternoon sweat.
A brief glance, a sharp inhale, a masquerading shape - softens the threat.
World Stop
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