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The girl who was Thursday night
quality
qualityNokyoung Xayasane I walked to workand we all went out for lunch later that week,a Wednesday,the sky turned orangeand the air quality warningflickered on we sent each other photosof the transformed skya colour correction gone awry we sent each other videos of our catsbegging to go outsidebut no, they were denied later when the smoke…
again
againNokyoung Xayasane I stood under the treetrying to remember I was late and you were early You walked in from the rainwith a broken umbrella,water dripping from your fingertips You stood there, waiting I ran in I have found you beforeand I will find you again I understood I was the lucky one
same same
same sameNokyoung Xayasane His hands tighten around her throat. Some people you just had to embrace, had to bite into their flesh, otherwise they walking down the street, would begin to wave and then suddenly leap across a fence—and be gone for days, weeks, months. She had read that somewhere. From a book Theo had…
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