Like a king’s seals pressing wax, my intentions/ ask too much. I might witness sunrise.
Year: 2024
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A Cookie Can Do Almost Anything
Her universe is going dark. She is fumbling in the chaos. She wants to go home.
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Year of the Rat
It’s Friday night and Naomi and I are at Walker’s house because Walker is the only person we know with…