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Bowerbird dying
I think the knowing hurts more. The sand falling grain by grain. Into eternity.And then it’s over.Just like that. Dead. Gone Love is often a lie. How the heart does cry. It’s hard not to say what I’m thinking when I’m thinking of you. And its like deer’s and headlights and long nights ahead. And Read more
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LTOL pt.1
Dear Palindrome, They never tell you how much your arms hurt in the winter. We don’t see the damage done. It’s a metaphor. A consequence of the great high that was us. I don’t need to tell you what happened between us. You were there. What happened after. That I can share. You changed my Read more
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They bubbled up like fizzy drinkand when they kissed, they eclipsed the moonand all too soon they knewGRAVITY ALWAYS WINS. They moved at a pace, like eager teens,and all the years that had been,were like a strange forgotten dream.And a kiss on the hand was worth ten on the hipsBoy were they nervous kissing those Read more
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