we want a meaning where there isn't one (A/N - SOME PARTS ARE BEING REWRITTEN)

my heart still beats 2017, adriana © (p #112- 150617)

I can taste the revolution on your skin 2016, adriana © (p #58- 040117)

if nothing else works, call your mom. poetry #9

"sun-bleached suburbia, clean like the teeth of the teens once were." a poetry collection on suburban corruption