She woke up late for Spanish. She didn’t brush her hair. Sunglasses are stuck on the top of her head while she’s standing on a trolley packed like Crayola crayons.
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This city falls asleep when I can’t. I spread out against the deep blue streets, absorbed in the eerie silence of the early morning. As the night slips into day, I want for my deep blue blanket twisted with the sheets on the floor next to my bed.
Ignorance
Shit. I should have heeded my recycled coffee cup’s warning. Now, nothing tastes right.
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