(stay stubborn, questioning and irrespectable. desire a revolution of some sort. even a tiny, little one.)  

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egoli swallows, we claim but die. he vomits us into seas that swallow & vomit us into distant lands. lands that unfreed our ancestors and shackle their descendants. lands that demand that we speak imperial. englishness swelling up, taking up spaces that our souls occupied. before.     a year and three attempted suicides later, i […]

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what happens to souls that die lonely? do they wrap themselves up in brokenness; soar into the skies;  like contrails left by passing planes mix with clouds, unnoticed?   what becomes of the soles of feet that have walked miles of lonely; thirsted for waters of unwanted love and lust?   what names are conjured […]

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  tell me what about yourself you hate so i may know what not to love, tomorrow.

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