that interlude
was longer than
any of the previous
poems on here.
this album
doesn’t even
make sense
anymore.
nothing does,
let’s eat!
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the worst year of my life finds new ways to surprise, with each day that i rise from my slumber, my body tires with no signs of recovery and... -
my ninth poetry mini-album "mr. falsetto." a short new set of stories. less really is more: 1. "i was never there" 2. ... -
who’s really there for me? who really cares to keep me calm at the height of my anxiety? who can really help when my heartbeat starts hittin...
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