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The Beast, that scares us all
There comes a time…
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What My Tongue Could Not Say
In the roundabout way
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Omen
Collaborative poem with Maya Olivo
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2.8
Here are some words from me to my past… Here are some words from my past to myself…
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hm
Who knows…
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2 yrs
It’s been a tiring night. Crimson soaks my gown and rivers trace my cheekbones.
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Capsule
No, Yes, Perhaps
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2.6
Amnesia
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asylum
The act of repeating things and hoping for something different. – Art by me :) One of thirty self-portraits I made in material exploration today haha
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astro, naut
Who/What/Where
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Melody Zhang 