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  • emizihar citeretsidste år
    I think you should be nervous about

    what I will accomplish once I heal.

    The mountains I’ll move.

    The miles I’ll cover.

    The skin I’ll get under.
  • orihar citeretfor 2 år siden
    you

    told me

    i was as

    vital

    as

    that

    after-dinner

    cigarette

    you

    could never

    have just

    one of.
  • orihar citeretfor 2 år siden
    begin to miss meals
  • orihar citeretfor 2 år siden
    ache in the worst ways.
  • orihar citeretfor 2 år siden
    slip from our fingers like a haze of barely-there smoke,
  • orihar citeretfor 2 år siden
    you’ll bleed yourself dry for me one question at a time—no passing. i’ll lick your wounds
  • orihar citeretfor 2 år siden
    airless,

    upside-down
  • orihar citeretfor 2 år siden
    “that you had every reason to lock, bolt, & paint your door shut, but you still had enough space in that trusting heart of yours to leave it ajar & brave the cold air for me.”
  • orihar citeretfor 2 år siden
    somewhere along the way, he forgot to mention the swarms of flies & wasps that would eventually come to cover everything we made together. the spoilage of all this misguided longing.
  • mishiareeze721har citeretfor 4 måneder siden
    that’s

    how

    the girl

    learned

    how to love

    but only ever

    from a great

    distance.

    sometimes

    she cannot

    tell the

    difference

    between

    the days

    she’s walked

    this earth

    as herself

    &

    the days

    she’s walked

    through paragraphs

    as someone else.

    - no one noticed & she liked it that way.
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