silence
Your bottle traveled 11,665 km and washed up on my shore.
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the bitch called loneliness
I know that bitch called loneliness is coming for me soon.
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this apartment
My body,
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triumph
The triumph of a tree breaking through the canopy of a brutalist landscape, defying all odds of growth in an environment poorly built for trees by not only just growing at all, but flourishing beyond all of its few companions.
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