lost words, restored.
My hand lands on the hot tap and I start turning…
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I want to submerge my ears inside your favorite cassette…
She was my greatest secret at no more than three…
She felt like the sun during torrential rain, a breathing contradiction…
It’s been years since I started searching…
And then I looked at him And feasted on his every line…
An unkempt garden grows and grows…