400 Bad Request - YUNA SHI '28

[1] preach an ode to once again [2] reach past the golden abyss, towards the edge of summer’s visceral embrace: where we were Few perhaps Singular; in a World engulfed in a curtain of Binary [3] for t

When I see you I think of that boy from college years ago: I’ve seen his old college journals, the space between lines filled with pressed flowers from the corners of campus. I’ve heard stories about

Apple of the twisted vine, bring me back to a time before childhood, when everything dear was seven heartbeats away. When I close my eyes and slice into your flesh, it feels the same as my own, but wh