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I rely on little things
to make it to the next horizon...
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walking through that storm
became more like backward steps...
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There it was
on the kitchen bench...
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you always said
I was most beautiful...
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As a scared child,
you were never told it was...
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my senses can sometimes betray me
some days my ears can hear what my eyes cannot see...
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This isn’t a poem about renunciation. It isn’t...
for introverts on how to vanish from a room full...
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Who knew something so small
could be the highlight of the day...
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my heart,
is separated by the narrowest...
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You parted the sea—your collarbones have become...
and the smile on your lips radiates a warmth...
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I always carried my death, living.
My memories all were...
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I will love you unconditionally;
be you blood of my blood...