Staking claims

Places on the pavement reading vacant, faces I have seen, change can make a dream come true, winter turns your body blue, Summer turns it bronze and it feels like we’re in third place, on the pavement, vacant face. there’s nothing quite like, nothing quite, but quite like crawling from your skin at night believing…

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Pilgrimages

We never dug deep enough, wept long enough or hard enough because it was hard enough to get past the mountain of stuff that had built up around us, so we sank into the trough of not enough where not enough became too much and understood that even enough would never be enough because we…

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When Tuesday calls

Thinking thata cold shower on the hour every hourmight be the cure. Waking in a sweat yet again. Through the roar of turbine dreamswhere every breath is written on the very moments sent to fill me,I only breathe because she wills it so…

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