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Ink and dad

I don’t know why I think of that day endlessly. The room empty, soon to be mine. Just me and that correction pen. The sheer curiosity that ended with confusion. I’d shake it and hear a ball inside, a voice like ticking. Is it really a ball? Why is it

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waters of Oman (032019)

This is the first post of my travel series! I travel too much not to talk about it . So, here it goes. Oman. When I first tell people that I went to Oman for the weekend they jump to the conclusion that I remained on land. That wasn’t the

longevity

How long does it take for you to digest your words until they are a pile of shit you kept telling your self you’ll do? and how long will it take you to realize that I’m not near the one for you? that you settled with me because I could

anatomy

the marrow of my bones asks for its drinker  the prints of my fingers asks for its collider the eyes beg for their faucets to close  the skin is wilting without its lover  the hairs on my body are the sunflowers that seek for their God the sun.  this soul

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