While she peers
over my shoulder, and calls you...

Philadelphia skyline is everything but art
when I call for the sun to sink honey...

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Heavy...

Memory,
a composition of similes...

Have me reach your love beyond raven walls,
further than the lacuna of my query...

It's the sun that watches my back, wiping off
the drops of sweat with clean sweeps round my...

Forget that it's Sunday
that I am an impulsive naive girl...

She's still in a dream-like trance,
after all these years. Trauma is a...

"Come a bit closer, I need your help
with this&quot...

Last night, I gave into sins until
they chased me past thickets...

I find him in the sand,
rocking back and forth...

[I]
I am too young to feel this aged, time slowly...