jo medford
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unborn sister I sea
My sister unborn an exact replica of me; waiting to be born in a sea of callosity she grasps for my hand above the water. I say ‘so long’ and pull her back underneath… As a sister I may be… Continue reading
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Simply not here
There’s a certain emptiness that comes with my being, a white pure dead-ness that envelops me when I try to sleep at night. I think back to all of the times I’ve stayed up and stared at the ceiling with… Continue reading
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