The past is buried in the collapsed underpasses of burnt bridges.
Early morning writer and swimmer.
Simply in love with the failure of poetry and philosophy and the tragic, ghostly heroine, who's lost in the day to day panoptic horror of the ideological state apparatus. They/Them.
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Jun 06, 2024 12:56PM
Continuing the editing and pulping of The Alive. The final book for The Girl From The Mire. https://www.wattpad.com/1297461003?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=postToProfile&utm_content=share_writing&wp_pa...View all Conversations
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