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Funny Every Day
If I Listened to Music
What I Love
The feeling of cheap paper when you’ve written on both sides of it—how it folds so easily in your hands.
Parking lot reverberations from speakers—public announcements or the radio.
The smell of dark, dusty leather.
Doing dishes with someone.
Wet asphalt.
The scar in the middle of my lip and the lump on my rib and the crescent on my hand.
Ringing poetry.
Some days I'm in love with everything I see.
Parking lot reverberations from speakers—public announcements or the radio.
The smell of dark, dusty leather.
Doing dishes with someone.
Wet asphalt.
The scar in the middle of my lip and the lump on my rib and the crescent on my hand.
Ringing poetry.
Some days I'm in love with everything I see.
About Me
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