3:01 a.m
ajea, she is everywhere
pressing
relentless
etching in every soft surface and stitching her ominous beauty in, on, and beside me
not a single day goes by where ajea is not alive
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YOU ARE READING
it's 5 a.m. now
Poetrya taste of everything that has made life a little more bitter and on rare occasions; a little sweeter | just an informal way to get thoughts out, i guess
