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So not kidding yo.

She was an fascinating soul, a living image of her Creator

My shoulders twist into the air as the banality of the question unfolds in its mundane complexity.

a conversation

I just realized how well I'm known

Life is a metaphor

He pokes at the keyboard and sighs; the cursor blips like radar tracking dead air. words appear only to disappear- one letter at a time or in..

BOOM shakalaka.

I plan to start a band one day and name it So many Emilys. She is a multitude of one.

tomorrow never comes