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I seem to dream Of extreme memes With my supreme team Of high-esteemed teens To redeem the creme Of regime schemes. How come society can tell me who I am?
i searched all summer for the tips of my tongues. i looked everywhere; in the mystery section and in the museum. i read all the romance novels about the people who have got it down. i talked to the girls who were left behind, the tips of their tongues were made of steel. they were … Continue reading “One Song at the End of Summer” by Pearl Peterson
i’m leaving this place of hometown sighs. leaving for a road with soothing sounds and promises i hope to never keep. one day you’ll leave too, thinking you’ll miss it. but being in a place like this, where you can close your eyes, click your heels together and already be home. a place where it’s … Continue reading “Hometown Sighs” by Anonymous
Black is colorless. Black is the night sky. Black tastes like charcoal in an old fireplace. Black sounds like an explosion of powder. Black feels like rocks on a cold winter night. Black looks like hard obsidian. Black makes me feel cold.