i refuse to call this poetry. it's not poetry. it's just what i used to write. this was all written a very long time ago. mostly when i first started writing. it's trite and self absorbed, but what else could it be? i was 17.

i write zines now that are much better, so you should check those out, too. 

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she's so very... (my zines)

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