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How dare we all? Go into that night, at all. We who create all the meaning there ever was, and is, and is to come. We who carry life heavy, because it is, and see everything by light, because we are (made of stars). We who compose cities of stars, but don't know, or don't… Continue reading Night
It still surprises me, these traces when I find them, shallow enough to feel them, my veins of Fool’s gold that shouldn't be unmapped, untapped. Parts of me still holding onto the parts of you that hurt me, like if I can feel it long enough it'll be worth it, like my longevity gives your… Continue reading Betrayed
There is just nothing beautiful in winter that I can see, or feel, or write into a warm meaning. I don't know how. And there is nothing beautiful in the things you did, and said, and I could write about it, paint blood into art– I do know how. But how dare I make meaning… Continue reading some things
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