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26 AUG 2018 

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When it comes to art, Layers of life are peeled out of you. 

12 AUG 2018

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A poem on a blind man, and his literal blindness compared to our metaphorical blindness.

31 JULY 2018

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A small conversation with God wherein I ask a few questions I’ve always wanted to ask.

25 JUL 2018

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She was walking down one of the oldest and most crowded streets of town.

14 JUL 2018

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“I am addicted. She is my bottle of vodka. She is my cookie crumbs. She is the…

30 JUN 2018

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Excerpts from a book I’ll never write.

04 MAY 2018 

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What do I think about? Is it love or my family? Or is it a wonder trip and all-nighters? 

22 APR 2018

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This is probably the shortest poem I’ve written so far, but I really liked the concept.

07 APR 2018 

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So I tried something new in which I had to write the poetry in exactly a hundred words.

11 FEB 2018 

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Just read it till the end, please! Goodbyes can be such a pain in the ass. I’m not ready for it.

06 FEB 2018

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I don’t know why every time his fingers trail my bare waist, I feel much more than just the…

03 FEB 2018

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You’ll find this weird, but my three favorite colors are sunsets, shells and rainbows.

28 JAN 2018

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“I’ll make up for all the years I was supposed to be kissing you.” – Leo Christopher.

11 JAN 2018

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“She’s at peace, and yet somehow on fire.” – Samantha King 

04 JAN 2018

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He did not remind me of big pretty things like the moon. He did not remind me…

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