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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
melissa suarez I've only ever sat on roofs with boys I never kissed, never dated, never said the things we might've felt in the air up there, just nice kids sitting on roofs, looking at night skies, growing up together. I think we talked about music, maybe you had a drink, when I look right… Continue reading June
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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