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[sheslikemercury]

Dear Kristin,

You can't hold onto people who aren't holding onto you.

Love,
Kristin

It just sucks cause I miss you, and it feels like you don't even care.

Well I guess you left me with some feathers in my hand, did it make it any easier to just leave me where I stand? So, shit. Anyways. I can remember the way he says things and it takes me

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[gemini_stars]

Though the air is full of singing
my head is loud
with the labor of words.

Though the season is rich
with fruit, my tongue
hungers for the sweet of speech.

Though the beech is golden
I cannot stand beside it
mute, but must say

"It is golden," while the leaves
stir and fall with a sound
that is not a name.

It is in the silence
that my hope is, and my aim.
A song whose lines

I cannot make or sing
sounds men's silence
like a root. Let me say

and not mourn: the world
lives in the death of speech
and sings there.