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Well, having ignored this poor empire for about two or three years, I've discovered that everyone's left me. Wow. Thanks, guys. I become a better, nicer person and it turns out you'd rather have the old, pissy me, bitching people up and down and taking my impact for granted. Ha. Oh well. I'll emerge as something shiny and new, and you'll all act ( Read more... )

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What if I panic and stop trusting you

And run away and close the door behind me

And just keep running?

What if you don't come get me?

Do I keep running?

Do I run to the end of the world?

One day
When our children are old,

We will meet again
In a woods.

I will hold out my hand.

My name is so-and-so I will say.

Nice to meet you again.

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He was light,
A tingle in my hand
In the warm dark of morning,

Illuminating every organ
Individually,
Every ache receding

Into his touch,
Leaving a new warmth
Under my skin.

*

Are you able to visit people
When you sleep? I asked.

The cemetery was quiet around us.

I was aware, now.
Fully and finally.

It's possible, he told me.

And I 

What dark path
Might you lead me down?

Where the way isn't clear
And there are rocks?

Where your promises
Lead to open fields

Black against the sky,
And the scent of your

Skin, always on the air?

I hope he fucks you
So hard it hurts

And he leaves you bleeding
Like you did me

And never calls you.

The freedom,
Unfolding into dark corners,
Fibers unwinding from the
Inside,

This is normal.

The pain will always be there,
And so will his face.

But you don't have to feel.
And you don't have to look.

And when someone says freedom,
You may think of him.

But they make pills for that.