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Disaster Girl

It’s been a year, 2020. You’ve been turbulent, volatile and full of insight. At points, I wish you came with a “warning, it’s about to...

Sober Eyes

Her eyes glisten in the sun and spin in the wind, They are the window to the cyclone within, But I wish she had sober eyes. I wish she...

Suburban Cycle Route

the pedals spun with a sound like crickets and crickets sung like ball to wickets above, ball-bats circled like vultures and distant...