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Grief as mass

I cried, I exhaled air moved slow it had viscous I weighed less it floated away My dad sat […]

Murder in Stockholm

I dreamt his wickedness dead- no one knew until I solved the mystery of where when how and then […]


caved in, like glass cracks still hold, if tension does not let go- the pain; be the shield, even […]


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