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indian boy love song #1 by sherman alexie
Everyone I have lost
in the closing of a door
the click of the lock
is not forgotten, they
do not die but remain
within the soft edges
of the earth, the ash
of house fires and cancer
in sin and forgiveness
huddled under old blankets
dreaming their way into
my hands, my heart
closing tight like fists.
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What you are or what?
Requiem for a past self.
Evolved.
"We can rebuild her.We can make her stonger."
Content.
I am who I want to be with room for error and improvement.
Karma.
Paid in full.
I love it. I'm sipping at my own frothey existance with a cool breeze cat grin.
I'm looking back with fondness, not remorse.
Slightly disappointed that some photographed phantoms won't ( Read more... )
