Friday, June 15, 2018

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I’m a writer who never writes. I just create riddles in my head but leave them for dead. Somethings are better left unsaid. I want to create something that speaks the truth meanwhile, my mind is the jumbled pieces of the magnetic poetry set on your refrigerator door. I want something more than all these hypocrisies. Just give me a little himalayan salt and none of us will be at fault.

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