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to rosalie.
I don’t remember much. A hot September day, no clouds to be seen, and some light breeze to accompany it. Not a bad day by any standards. I got lost in my thoughts for a second, thinking of this weather, loosing myself in the crowd. I was in the middle of a herd of freshmen…
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Nostalgia est ’99.
I asked her about the weather A slight move for conversation It wasn’t much But a light breeze turned into forceful winds The conversation swept into the cosmos And we continued until the Big Bang. It was a beginning, but also an ending I knew her from a past life, An invisible string connecting us…
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The Notes app keeps me alive.
November 17, 2017 at 3:14 p.m. It’s when music brings my thoughts along in the same rhythm that I can sleep. March 25, 2018 at 2:51 p.m. Nothing boring about this world but your mind if you think it so. March 27, 2018 at 7:43 p.m. My mom doesn’t know I’m gay, but now you…
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Full Moon in Scorpio
Camila sat with her legs crossed on the boardwalk facing the Atlantic Ocean as the night breeze whistled its way through Coney Island. It was the 11th of February, a rather cool evening in the winter. She was in her usual black attire, clad leather boots and jacket. The lines sketched on her face from effortless…
the intricacies of idalina 