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metamorphosis
paracosms (read: prisons)
ramblings: on words and my poem ‘fly?’
interlude
me p2: move on
my universe
lonely
untitled
REALITY p2: staying grounded
untitled; undiluted
fly?
i wish i could say my pretty little words and have them mean something
dreamscape.
me.
sunset train