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echo-2
echo-2
25 | Sydney
without you, I don't know who I am or how to be. and as I I doubt you, I doubt so much of me.
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Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 6:29 AM UTC
foundations
it's a vulnerable thing, isn't it? to let go of someone, with no guarantee of an else.
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Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 5:56 AM UTC
else
sometimes silence is the best reply, answer, company.
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Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 4:44 AM UTC
listen,
you know when the ground is dry and cracked and hardened, and the fields crunch underneath you and grass splinters and cows group under shade in the country towns you drive through doing 50kms on the main road, stopping for a pie and paying with cash? yeah that ground. anyway, you know when the rain's due and the clouds bundle like sheets in the washing basket and that smell of dirt and sky and the thick drops fall on your neck, and you squint your face up and wait for the next one to hit you? yeah that rain. anyway, you know how the water pools and the ground can't drink it fast enough and it's drought signs to flood signs in sixty minutes and the crops fail and the men cry, all because the ground wasn't ready for what it needed to arrive so fast? yeah that irony. anyway, I feel that in my heart sometimes.
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Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 4:15 AM UTC
you know
my friend, when I'm with you I remember who I am. what is friendship if not finding ourselves together, day after unsimple day, untangling it all.
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Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 3:47 AM UTC
ourselves
so many thoughts to gather - ideas and threads and things they've said and heard and honed so many thoughts to gather - the fear and dread of things unsaid unlearned, unknown so many thoughts to gather - from faith and friends shall I pretend they're all my own?
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Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 3:41 AM UTC
gathering
heart to mind these conversations hardest kind head to heart lost in translation speaking blind soul to God these conversations yours and mine
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Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 10:12 PM UTC
yours and mine
Your face, narrow Like dawn Young and fresh Your faith, narrow Like yawns Nothing left Your space, narrow Like me No room to let.
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 9:03 AM UTC
Narrow
It's one-oh-nine AM the somber cold is echoing the conch of sleep enfolding me to whisper waves of morrow to my dreams
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Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 5:31 AM UTC
enfold me
I checked my ego. It's still there.
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Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 5:34 AM UTC
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