Field Medic

dope girl chronicles

little place

boy from my dream

if i shout that the revolutions in my blind heart have left me on the mend, would i still have to surrender to the tides to exorcise this possession?

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That Beer Called Becks Reminds Me of a Haiku I Wrote

light is gone

P E G A S U S T H O T Z

Me, My Gibberish, & The Moon

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