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Writing · poetry, stories, essays

A broken rhyme, continued.

I've been writing since 2018 — letters I never sent, stories about strangers on trains, and far too many things at 4 AM. New pieces live here. The old ones are still on Blogger, exactly as I left them.

New writing

From the archive · 61 pieces

The Blogger years.

Read on nikks-s.blogspot.com

2019

2018

Also on Instagram

Shorter things, more often.

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    some nights the moon is just a streetlight that learned to wait

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    we were a bunch of almosts and we had almost made it

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    home is the smell of rain on a tin roof in a town I left

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    4 AM, again. the ceiling fan knows all my secrets

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    you laughed at the joke no one else got — that was the whole story

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    dear stranger on the train, I still wonder where you got off

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