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grace.

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still here. should be sleeping, probably. have been un-alone in multiple senses of the word for about two months straight & have fallen desperately behind on my communications. i'm often peaceful.

you'll have to ask, repeatedly, if you truly want to hear it. & i may or may not be up for telling it ( Read more... )

there was a moment of joy wedged between the shock & the subterranean depression, where i pictured the small roundness of your body in its wet red arrival & welcome! my body screamed to you, you had a place to be held, & i could taste the faint possibility that my will to live could receive a twenty-year boost from the dragon of you crying for ( Read more... )

i am bored enough to try this. i feel like i am going to puke, my jaw is locked with the residue of a night of tension, the stars a sandpaper blanket somewhere behind the watery ceiling. i am alone in this as my body morphs slowly towards something i may never have the chance to understand. i always wanted a baby til the day the seed of one ( Read more... )

i feel vaguely like puking almost all the time right now.

i am already sick of this.

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