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I put on clothes and they no longer fit.
Hanging baggy from my frame which is

1. Bone
2. Muscle
3. Bruises.

The air here is dry and sometimes hot,
my skin feels like paper and my throat
rasps.

And I recovered in record time from the
yanking of the rug out from under me.
Which makes me think my heart was
not that strong (so sad to think your
own hearts deception). I look back and
think I was looking for certain things
and found them emodied and clung
like a limpet. I loved the idea of him.
The pieces did not fit together, but
their case was lovely.