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thirteen ways of looking at a sinking ship

my headphones don’t work and my room smells like rust

paper people

things you wear in my dreams

john keats eats a nectarine

haiku from the deep blue

that dead tree i saw on the other side of the road this morning

i want it to rain (i always want it to rain)

when you're small / you're not very big at all

half a page of scribbled lines

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