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He’s never said more than a couple words at a time.  Especially to me.  But here he was, stroking my hair and embracing me closely, mumbling over and over, “My two beautiful, beautiful girls.  And now we’ve only got one”.

Even                                                                                                                             timing.

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Restlessness, resentment, readiness.

Today, I walked with the lost for a while.  Someone else has been visiting. 

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You’re using clichés to explain yourself, and that’s how I know this is hurting me more than you. 

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My hands are tired from the wringing I'm subjecting them to.  The roaring sounds of the engines have always been my lullabies and yours can't come soon enough.  You’ll come home with bleary eyes, bringing stories of cobble stone streets and curbsides on which you’ve never felt more content.  But I want to ask you to make your home in me. 

I’m wary of she who captures you with her curving river of a spine and overwhelming monuments for which she’s famed.  You spend your hours exploring her secrets, hoping to examine her center and discover her mysteries.  Sitting on cracked curbsides, her bewitching perfume overwhelms your senses.  Countless unsatisfied men whom she’s left ( Read more... )