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My Sister’s Old Bedroom
Coffee Shop Hours
I promise it won't be long until every sentence breathes
On the Shoulders of Our Words
We place a burden on the shoulders of our words We tell them they can create and invent An unforeseen history, an impossible age to come Or they can destroy all on which out labors are spent They can mend the cosmos and make the heavens come undone So gingerly, I set the winds upon the seas I have rent As... Continue Reading →
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