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Home insisted on grief—an overabundance of never...
consisting of too little, reduced to living in...
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my eyes gave up crying today
over the past week they...
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I compare you to the rain
As you're not always there...
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I am becoming more bold,
even if I'm the only one to notice...
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We can't go back to the
way it was, maybe because...
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It was all too much
for a moment...
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They ask me why I write about the future
like it has already happened...
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Blood covers my hands, my fingers trembling.
My throat is raw and burns from stale acid...
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You never said I'm leaving
You never said goodbye...
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Colorblind.
It is how I have lived my day to day...
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like waves
on the faraway shores of soft sands...
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“Blood marbles the sky”, you say quietly...
I peek at the evening sky, a dramatic red...