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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.


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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