I keep a hammer next to my heart for emergencies. Emergency! I take my hammer, lay those happy memories flat, and beat them into dust.
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jean de pomereu I almost gave my life long ago for a thing
That has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes-
It is strange how often a heart must be broken
Before the years can make it wise.
(excerpt from) "dust" by sarah teasdale
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tuesdays and saturdays help me sweep and sand <3