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dear Windy,
With love & hope, Sianna.
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2.3
Tears
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heartstrings
…of a slick and stained pizzicato.
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Bowl
that dude
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0.8
Pebbles of tears on the stone. Blood to judge and atone. Forest green thread of fate, cracked mask, smile too late.
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0.4
Silence. The sun is sinking below the horizon. Behind them, the moon is rising.
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0.3
O two toned boy…
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(Back) to the kitchen
the blade, slanted and gray, gleams on the top, suspended by a fraying rope.
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grow up.
There is a chasm. And then there are two people. Heavily inspired by Jack Stauber’s “hey mom”.
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0.2
Once the dust has settled, you climb the tallest hill on the horizon, and once you are atop it, you take in the destruction and sigh.
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Melody Zhang 