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Staff note: This is touching.
Our bodies carve
through the mist,
like the woods are carved
by worn trails.
...
Nothing hurts more than
a paper cut from a page
that contains a blade of
poetry.
your heart is swollen to make your breasts appear larger
and flowers have more colors, even the dying ones
and some mornings, you see him...
Letters anyone? If you’re interested click here.
Letters anyone? If you’re interested click here.
Letters anyone? If you’re interested click here.
Your enthusiasm, dancing with strangers, the heat your body generates, cotton sheets, all these memories keep me safe at three in the morning when I cannot sleep and I hear strange sounds and think strange thoughts that make me afraid and I know it is all in my head. The city seems so very daunting when you are standing just outside of it on a cloudy afternoon, looking in and the seagulls are flying overhead and you hope and you wish and you stare out at the ocean, wondering what is going to happen next, and the sea doesn’t have any reply like you wanted it to. Long walks by myself cleared my head once. Cleared my head twice. When will I learn that my mind will never stop racing?