Dec 28, 2025
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5 min read
Cause I was lonely here and it's lonely still In the rugged country where the weeds grow fierce Quicker than the crop I keep running from In this rugged country.
Dec 5, 2025
3 min read
At night Kameron would pull up outside my house, leave his truck running, text me, and wait for me to crawl out the second-story window.
Nov 23, 2025
You thought about rain and swaying trees; the way the world looks right after a storm: gray and slightly shaken, but still whole.
Nov 19, 2025
At night we’d hang out at the park behind his house, drinking IPAs and tossing rocks at the tennis court fencing until he got bored and went home to have sex.
