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you don’t have my heart like a postcard or a poem.You got it like a scar—earned, aching, unforgettable. Not with chocolate box softness,but with grease-stained fingers and Jordan 1s on cracked concrete,with trains that sing lullabies in metal and motion. You are rhythm and rupture.A pulse in every pothole,a bassline in every boarded window,a sanctuary…

I loved you like a language I never learned to speak, but still carved into my bones every time I said your name. I loved you with rebellion in my blood— a kind of love that burns its own borders and writes manifestos on the backs of receipts left on your nightstand. You were the…

I buried the key to my heart under the roots of a sycamore tree, told myself I’d never need to open that door again. Too many ghosts living rent-free in my ribcage, too many half-smiles that tasted like lies. I learned silence before I learned solace, learned how to hold myself the way no one…

The Pickaxe tear down this house. A hundred thousand new houses can be built from the transparent yellow carnelian buried beneath it, and the only way to get to that is to do the work of demolishing and then digging under the foundations. With that value in hand all the new construction will be done…