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a poem by Frank O’Hara]
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[ID: text seen as; ‘(JULY IS OVER AND THERE’S VERY LITTLE TRACE)’
a poem by Frank O’Hara]
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it’s so weird not being friends with people that used to be really important to u like u never stop being reminded of them bc their personalities and sense of humor and so many little details about them will always be in ur brain like u could see something in a store and think “they would like that” or watch a video and think “they would think this is funny” or even just the most random shit will make u think of them and it’s such a weird feeling
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“But first I wrote backwards. First I learned to breathe without my throat.”— Lisa Allen Ortiz, from “Later, I Learned to Speak Without a Tongue.”
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