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IWANU GA HANA
not speaking is the flower
Sunday, August 27
leftover tea
jasmine pods all flailed out
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Pizzicato Hana
i saw you flailing in the wind. white like the roach that once came out of my basin. je t'aime, moi non plus. iwanu ga hana. not speaking is the flower.
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Is it time to read Pablo Neruda yet? I don’t know,...
niteesh
There is a word for it
Pune trip part1
leftover tea jasmine pods all flailed out
juto juti
shokol niye boshe achhi shorbonasher aashaye/
Its going to be 24hours since I dug through my car...
continued from glob.11
glob
people i met at the sophia polytech
...Last night grew out of candela’s frazzled hairs...
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