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Month: December 2015


By Gabi King A lot of times it feels like my mind is a place of one million trails of thoughts and worries; some I’m so…

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Down a Blacktop Road No Name

I find comfort in thinking about a black hole far off in the milky way. A black hole where time is a spectrum that never ends. I find comfort even when it feels like I’ll never be happy again, that within that spectrum you’ll find four young souls sitting on the hood of a Buick; their eyes looking at an infinite Utah night sky. And that’s where we’ll always be.

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