Dirt

A poem about triangulation. There'd be zero issues if they were "just friends". But they're not, and he doesn't love her but she's got her hooks in him anyway fully knowing she's keeping him from TRUE LOVE or any real chance of HAPPINESS

Kinesis

If we can't see it, we can feel it. If we see it, it changes us. We don't change it but it changes us.

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