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3 dispatches in this drawer. Pull one open to read the card.
I have sharpened my pen for moments like this, Filled the knifepoint with enough ink to poison anyone. And now that I’m wounded, Examining my pride like a tire leaking air, Hearing the source…
I can’t tell you what time I woke,but it was dark and reality was fuzzy.I had just been somewhere elsewhen my eyes cracked and the dream cracked with it. You’re never farbecause we refu…
Sometimes, when I sit alone at lunch many seats comfortably away from the nearest stranger, it hits me. It crushes me. The nervous anxiety of a studying student slowly eating their bowl of ramen. T…