song seeking beneath the sun

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When I was little, my parents told me we were from another planet. I never believed them until recently.

  1. 10 months ago

    A Poem for August 2nd

    I ate the cookie you gave me
    waiting to unwrap the tinfoil like Charlie and the golden ticket
    tearing back the edges
    save the blue transparent scribbles
    and pin it to my wall like a butterfly

    Harvest Moon swims my walls
    a glass of warm eggnog with nutmeg
    c…

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