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el adios
They tell you grief comes in stageslike a hospital elevatorthat stops neatly on each floor. Bullshit. Grief is a code blue at 3:17 a.m.when the hallway smells like bleach and…
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“Shadows in My Room”
Shadows creep, I can’t sleep, in my sheets, yeah they deepLove I gave, now it’s cave, yeah it’s dark where it weepThought you was mine, nah, a fake, a design,…