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My Mother’s Shadow
PHOEBE Drip drip. My eyes jolt open as I am greeted by the tranquil pitter patter of rain outside my fogged window. It hasn't rained all summer in New York since I moved here. My mom and I found this three story apartment to sublet for summer. I guess the girl before didn’t think to mention the leak in the ceiling.
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The One Where She Falls in Love with Him
The wind that we agreed was too cold for existence whips memories of you through every exposed crevice of my sweater
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Who do you Perform for?
“Last night molly asks me - who do you perform for- and the questions rotates” (Boan) Who do you perform for?
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Caught in Your Riptide
I want to climb inside you And listen to the gossip that runs through your blood