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I was seventy six years in
asking “how many till I’m out?”
I was a burnt bulb, my pieces
rattling at any,
all movement.

The clang of champagne glasses,
the crash of every romance.
Never the right words,
never the right dress.

It was August 12th,
2:34 AM,
He was watching me count
wrinkles, stretch marks, blemishes.
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if i was to die today i get the feeling you wouldn't care, you wouldn't cry.

I want to go ice skating, bowling, window shopping.
I want to dance, and feel healthy, and feel pretty.
I want to be a spoon, a crush, a pair of lips.
I want to feel more, record more, absorb more.

I want to make love and feel love and trust love.
I want to see it all, be it all, live it all.

creeping

so close to the shore and
I am yanked back.
Ocean over my head,
dark navy waves.

Tasting the salt in my mouth,
my insides are soaking,
my stomach in a sailor's knot.

"And so we disconnect, the room goes quiet around us
Nothing left to protect, the end has finally found us.

The day's almost over, it's almost time for bed"

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i think i was born to dwell in this room:


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The celebration of the new year allows me to reflect on the past year and make resolutions for the future. More than this, the idea of a new year gives me a blueprint and hope. I wish for it to do the same to you, allowing you to count your blessings, slosh around in your messes, and sweep with a broom the excess you don't need. Everything that ( Read more... )

while the universe is erupting,
she points to the slow train & prays for rain and for time to interfere-
she is not extremely fat but rather progressively unhappy.