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her face down-turned : these days.

coffee strained eyes. cried the color out a few months ago.

new greyed view doesn’t suit her.

left a letter draft: sits, waiting

to be sent in five , six

,  million years . can’t close the

matter right off?

quiet slogan ,  printed worn

to defend white

shirts she wears ,  still ,  every time.

life spilt errywhere’ ,  of circumstance ,  born

so ,  see.

and when there’s no step backwards ,.  every. one we

tentatively spoor ahead.

 

 

 

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finally I found strength I abandoned

, with benefit but

large much struggle. This is the only

thing: let it burden me. You

deserve my honesty, I cannot

allow for

your intense stare, it knows

me inside out. I could

never deny a thing, nor admit

to my want till that brief happy end, so even

now down widely echoing

hallways maybe is

my barren, reverberating reply.