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i the solitary destruction a single hair from a hijab knows i the alone that can’t be hurt by you i the one you showed the breathe of winter lazy with the warmth of spring i a song sung by the last species of a beautiful bird born for waste i … Continue reading
i suppose they will say it was always about me anyway when i would try to write about you but they did not feel what the ocean does each time it touches sand or how a woman must when they get their first period in a crowded grocery store or a bird under a tire … Continue reading
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