Let us go dancing, and pore over old love letters. Let us sit in the silence and mourn the loss, let us hush our doubts in the overwhelming knowledge that we tried out best. That our blood sweat and tears have stained these bodies, have made them new and spattered...
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I will not be forgotten. Sitting here I demand this, will myself not to be matched by insanity, to not let doubt seep into my pores and crush my spirit. I will love and be loved, wholeheartedly understanding that pain will often come, but that pain will remind me of...
I sit in the dark and I overlook chrome. Cold hard shells holding thousands hoping that being here will inject them with life. I sit in front of a dated screen, blue light coming off of it, dinging me with responsibilities on the minute. I quit. I sit in front of the...
The devil is in the details. In the hands, two, three, four, clutched in an embrace that will eventually die but not for lack of trying. The devil is in all the things she said, all the things he never did. In the quiet building of walls, the stone being carved from...
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