I woke up past noon and thought,
“Fuck.”
Six or seven people have walked over, around, and through me since five am.
Make that eight.
You called because I died for a few hours last night, and you didn’t hear from me like you said I would.
Then my phone ended itself mid-mourning.
I mean, like I said you would.
“I was worried about you."
A dry, mucus-lined
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with an amazing spell that has me hooked until the last three letter word. intoxicating and intriguing!
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The line:
I explained that you caught me mid-explosion, and in your loving attempt to save me, you were hit by shrapnel, nothing more.
felt like moments of many feelings a person would like to describe but gets lost for words, but you used such fine description of the exact feeling in the heat of that moment.
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i'm sure you know how much it's appreciated.
i always write as soon as i possibly can when the words come.
lately they've been overflowing.
thank you again.
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