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mea culpa, mea culpa maxima
dostoyevsky is born in november (a love letter for all of my friends)
a shattered fragment of a poem
i have a cold
how to become a poem
interlude 15
girlhood as aesthetic curation
the power of the art of the girl who could curate HerSelf
if i am a day of the week can i please be tuesday?
cosmic latte
journal excerpts! [retrospective nostalgia]
fragment
PAIN
fictional girl
poem for ~