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In my deepest dreams I find my way back to the old house, before it was destroyed and restored, when at night it was surrounded by dark woods and the sounds of night creatures and pond frogs, and a train in the distance; I slept there then and I do again. And again. It's sticky… Continue reading House of Honey
Our God, (the one in heaven) my name is sacred, too. kingdoms come and kingdoms go; the Wills are always getting contested, so our bread goes to the birds who legally cannot trespass at all, anywhere. anyway, I forget the rest but I remember hearing you slept when your friends were afraid and then they… Continue reading the prayer
Grief doesn't kill us. (though of course it should) It hurts just enough to shatter a human heart, but not enough to stop its beating, while the things that actually kill a person wouldn't be worth mentioning, otherwise. How stupidly like milk we are, to just expire when some date arrives. melissa suarez
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