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we tell
she gave it to me. we must find her.
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Shelved
Expiration date
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sweeten
falling meteors crashing
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trying to catch fog
but i mist
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learning again
narrow log dark path
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incandescent
Six feet down, the mud claws through us; and, six feet down, we pretend we have a peaceful place to rest. Six feet down, we bury the shovel with us and pretend that we haven’t found each other. There we were in the sun, there in the sun, strung like fairy lights, glowing gold not…
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trail out the glass door, two ways, one path, gone
small
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falling off
blowing away
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it isnt just rain anymore
the wish to be more and the denial of it / deer & moose
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9:13
thoughts about bleeding all over the place. wrote this with gauze over my finger and thicker tears in the trash; because i hadn’t wept them
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Melody Zhang 