27.02.06 - 11:00 a.m.

cut hair; trying to get back, back, back to you. these poems haven't made sense since i was fourteen, eighteen, twenty. in cycles; when was the last time i was nervous about los angeles? uncomfortable in my own clothes? ich, ich, ich, ich.



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