Not Alice
Cat by the window,
Do you have something to say?
Oh, I lost my way.
A Sour Prayer
Citrus in the air,
Still there is no lemonade—
Squeeze me dry I beg.
Grow Pretty
Blossom in the weeds,
Your golden bloom shall remain,
Let sun smile at you.
Long Distance
Your wires reach the sky…
I think of home way too much,
I am just a branch.
the bad feminist 
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