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My stories

Cherry

Bandages

I need you to squish my face between your hands and push out a breath but you left
Cherry

Nevaeh

My first day on the run brings me to a pit-stop café beneath a haloey sign that radiates a promise of pancakes and milkshakes
Poem of the week

Blueberry Pie

and as I do after every Sunday I light up, smoke up and tell myself to shut up as I patch together a father of sorts, from these blueberry afternoons

I've got the wettest eyes

More auto-bio stuff because it helps.
Cherry

Vicious

I tore that girl apart in the backseat of my brother’s car dope-smoke camouflaged us until icebox eyes met mine and I cried because she wasn’t who I thought she was

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