i write sometimes
book comin sooon
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always running became my name comforting, confusing, full of disdain didn’t think what i heard what they said everyone’s voice stays same in this head
By elle5 months ago in Poets
home is where the heart is is what they always say how can i know where home is if my hearts in disarray home is freedom
By elle3 years ago in Poets
her salty tear drops drip down her face they crawl down her chin and reach her aching heart her long hair tucked into a black beret
her face flashes like a distant memory one i sometimes forget to recall she left no traces of her presence like she never existed at all
By elle3 years ago in Fiction
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