what if we are, like, reincarnations of each others favorite authors?

I so sap.

And, moths are my spirit animal.
Or, I walk alone a lot at night.

Walk w we.
I'm sprung.

with corporate coffee in one hand H watched her colleagues

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tall, white, thin. Some hard, impenetrable concrete as well…sunny DC afternoon,

her constituents, and her subordinates pass her by. 

mostly young, eager professionals posturing… 

twenty-two-year-old wearing Armani only can…

women left their handbags open, an illusion of vulnerability. Bulletproof glass.

she felt like those buildings. Old. But, forty years strong…indiscretions of her youth.

too young, too eager to please. she was the monolith.   

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