These are the times we learned what it means to feel alive.
damage control
colder, colder, when
Jeans
My best kept secret lasted nine months
fine
momentarily
the truth about magic
and truth
the long, pale dawn
Should I think myself to inaction, I will be a dead bot by morning.
ExplainExplainExplain
distorted traveller on the corner
Grip
friends
my heart shook
told by an observer
Flourish
(this is the faith I put in my brutishness)
