linhpham Writing

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Itchy thoughts

A Poem by linhpham

You told me, my poems are scratchy What the f**k does that even mean? What kind of scratchiness? The kind that chokes your wo..

Blinds

A Story by linhpham

It is either day or night. It is hard to tell. Behind the blinds, nothing but a reflection of myself cares enough to form a shape. The sun is either g..

Loop

A Poem by linhpham

Just another day, to rise, to eat and sleep Just another day, to rise, to sleep and weep, and to be wronged, to be reminded the love ..