I Understand the Need for Victims, but I Refuse to Be One. {poetry}
I am less than whatever I’ve been accused of being, and I am more than what I’ve been given credit for, and the city is what I need it to be
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August 12, 2019
Sung Home: Chapter Forty Nine. {fiction}
The entire volume of the room, dozens of yards long, wide and vertically, held plants, some native ones that I recognized, and many others I didn’t.
