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I've walked miles through rooms in other people's houses, places I remember the smell of when I light certain candles, I see midday desert sunlight enveloping lemon trees and parked cars, settling into dated kitchens full of food and well-meaning people— we were there and we were going places— we had hope on tap, living… Continue reading what a time to learn
two sad, brown eyes dark and deep and rimmed with memories I do not contain. it's always you I see in them, so I never looked for long, never asked for them anyway, never chose them for myself, until today– I never have to love you, but I have got to learn to love the… Continue reading It’s Hard to See Him
In the aftermath of heartbreak, when you're barely walking through rubble that stays longer than you'd think, but watering the wreckage with every one of your own tears doesn't put anything where or how or the way it was, not even a little bit, in fact, every day it looks less like you remember, or… Continue reading Entropy
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
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