Here, in twos and threes, friends cross the piazza
A confession: I fell in love with grief.
How is madness inherited? What are the fine lines that connect us?
There is just something wrong with adults teaching kids how to be rockers.
I understood the blank stares and raw anguish when I asked those students about their homes.
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