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Stacks of books inside a cardboard box. The same box you traded back and forth with Uncle Bill, because he, too, always had his nose in a book. Hundreds of books in the cardboard box. I never believed you’d finish them all. One by one, they disappeared, drunk down like water. How many lives did…
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I still hear the creakas if my heart is under your step.Have I learned the shapeof your leaving? The mattress slowly forgetsyour warmth.Echoes of laughterricochet in my mind. Tears taste like desperation,holding a sign that reads:“Anything helps.” One indentation of your pillow.The ghost of your hand tracing my spine. A final viewingso our love canrest…
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I want you to know If anything should happen, as sad as it might be, my final wishes and hopes, any relevant medical history. ‘Tis a hard talk to have A harder task to see through When wishes are not known. Do not lose your cool. Please don’t start to cry. We are all just…
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I feelthe way you watchmy mouth moveas you lean closer,until my lipsalmost brushyour ear.
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It All Begins Here
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He arrives like a rumor that I almost stopped believing. Salty sweat drips from his brow. Mischief in the fine lines when he smiles. I had already folded the night. A small square, manageable, mine. The soft ache of almost, The gut punch of never will be. I open the door like a confession, My…
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It All Begins Here
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It’s an empty feeling,having no one left to disappoint,or to disappoint me.
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I almost told you I loved you. I don’t think I really do. I love the excitement of you.
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A man with careful words moving at the pace of old forests. Warmth is a kind of language Spoken underneath black leather jackets With frozen hands on his ribcage. Trembling, like a struck match As you pull my knees apart. The fire is already lit. Slow-burning for months Beneath stage lights and long, lingering looks.…
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