doctors hate him: lives inside screen now

now love me from over there, thanks

brain: “that info looked optional”

one “remember when?” away from chaos

love language? citrus surgery

this summer… the woods bite back

broke but brewed and bougie

eyes said “marry me,” stomach said “now”

fast? no. furious? absolutely

tweet me never, feather friend

I save my rage for printer errors and tangled earphones

Insert pacifier to enter sleep mode

Roaring through the glass ceiling

gently sobs in millennial

asked for comfort, got a studio apartment

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