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Heavy...

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There's nothing quite like writing about the rain...

I can't tell if something's
changing in me or if it's the...

In one day,
seasons spin...

Everything settles before me -
my breath...

Filtering brainwaves,
a demon gliding down the Nile...

Dreams are not tangible
yet I grip my pen to recount...

I open the windows, move
aside pale curtains, and...

Apple cinnamon tea
..fragrant with spices...

sobbing on the staircase,
but the tears weren't mine...

(trigger warning)
I don’t care anymore...

Come, bring me the hook. But first, prepare
me, ready the waters. I do not have gills or...