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There's a straight line between us, even if I must climb mountains.Dear traveller ( Read more... )

I can't believe it's been a year since my grad ( Read more... )

Of airplanes and oceans.

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I.
                              I wanted it to
                              end in feathers and
                             drowned sunlight.

II.
There will be a day of
slow-motion, underwater honesty and
being barely there. Suddenly, there is
a riptide to your tears
and no shore. Dog-eared love letters,
old photographs, and
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Sixty-four days.

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The 11th Commandment (the only words I have are enough.)My love, I love you skyfuls, sweeping ( Read more... )

Sixty-five days ( Read more... )

All I write are love poems ( Read more... )

Sixty-seven days ( Read more... )

67 days, by the time this is posted. Of course, I'm really cheating, since it won't feel like 67 days until I wake up in the morning, so for now, I say it's still 68 ( Read more... )

Sixty-eight days.

Everyone's being incredibly nice to me, since returning from the airport. It concerns me a little. A mean, jeez - it's not like you died. Shelbie even offered to bake me any kind of baked-good I wanted, since they "really do make you feel better ( Read more... )

Okay. Apparently, I refuse to stop being a dork ( Read more... )