My eyes drift toward each other, posture deteriorates and I’m unable to stop. There's ink in my blood.
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To my soul, my conscience, how fantastic you’re not here.
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This is an archive of creative & academic work created between 2013 & 2020.
My eyes drift toward each other, posture deteriorates and I’m unable to stop. There's ink in my blood.
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To my soul, my conscience, how fantastic you’re not here.
Read More