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Carve into asphalt ruts again, know them better than my own skin. Immediately I am seventeen on another midnight drive home; my headlights make all the same old shadows. Pink Bullets in my mind, but Pine Hill puts the hole in my chest. I hope you still love that remodeled A-frame, your dream that came… Continue reading I Was Walking With a Ghost
permanent world being baby new, the solid earth still shifts beneath our feet. Mountains we cannot move cover our cities, centuries; this life flowed forward and we gaze back to where we once fought to survive. In our bones we remember how it felt to struggle, and ultimately to live, even if just barely. It… Continue reading All this
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