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this is going to hurt.
Tess ponders anger, and the mysterious ball of hair currently clogging her bathroom sink.
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Chrysopoeia.
Ella Sage unpicks her own mind and the anxiety that has lurked in the corners of her psyche my whole life; she is in love with the art of freezing.
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Love, death, church, and werewolves
This poem from Scout is a guilty reflection on the hyper-intensity of a relationship which was supposed to be casual and the tendency to look for salvation in the things that kill us fastest.
Tag: blood
In a dream, you saw a way to survive, and you were filled with joy.
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