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if i look back, i am lost
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cherry valley forever
we're not kids anymore.
will byers stan first human second
Mike Driver
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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occasionally subtle
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Love Begins
trying on a metaphor

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Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001
winter by Katie Maria ( @heavensghost )
I’ve got a sixth sense it’s called paranoia
“I am so busy. I am practicing my new hobby of watching me become someone else. There is so much violence in reconstruction. Every minute is grisly, but I have to participate. I am building what I cannot break.”
— Jennifer Willoughby, from “The Sun is Still a Part of Me” in Beautiful Zero (via kafk-a)
Margaret Atwood, “Thoughts from Underground”, Selected Poems: 1965-1975
Natalie Wee, from ‘Least of All’, Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines
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D. I. Antoniou, tr. by Kimon Friar, from Modern Greek Poetry; “O Tell Me If You No Longer Believe In Phantoms,”
you make me want to love everything again
alternate. words from bertolt brecht
Waiting, Marya Hornbacher
#Death I Vlad Gradobyk