lyra-brownWhisper

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////I am an ocean. / And / you have
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Jun 9, 2013
116 daysyou came to me at a time in my life / when i needed it the most, / for it was literal life or death,
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Sep 6, 2013
12:59When someone loves their addiction more than they love you, / they will give you things / like candleholders and dried strawberries,
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Feb 2, 2013
1st haiku of 2012 (and last)i was so afraid / to say the wrong thing i left / the card blank, oh well
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Dec 30, 2012
20 daysThe prospect of physically going somewhere before you actually leave is somewhat surreal. It does not feel real until you are actually sitting on a plane, feeling yourself lift off of the ground. And in that moment of exhilaration you think, / “I am in the air. I could die right now and that would be okay. / **I am leaving. I am returning. I am experiencing.**”
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Apr 11, 2013
21This year will be better, / Good, / BRIGHT, even.
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Jan 17, 2013
31 days, 11 hours, 21 minuteslove is / the sound of the voice of a girl who lives / 3,781.8 km away
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Dec 1, 2012
7what were you expecting, / for me to put on some grand production of hysteria / to display the hurt that you have caused me
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Jul 8, 2014
acknowledging the importance of perfect timingtiming is probably the most important thing / in the entire universe / when you really think about it -
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Jul 1, 2013
A Conversation With HealthHealth walks into the room and spots me in a second. He orders a scotch on the rocks and motions me over toward the bar. I pretend not to see him. I am having a deep conversation with Death, and it must not be disturbed. Death is telling me about her experience with Life, and how they like to share a good **** every once in a while. “You should call him up, he loves a cruel tease.” She says, holding her red wine with a wink. I think about her suggestion and ask for Life’s number. She looks around in her purse, pulls out a small crumpled piece of paper, hands it to me and says, “If he doesn’t pick up the first time, don’t leave a message. Wait for him to call you.” I nod, fold it, and put it in my pocket. / I walk over to the bar where Health is sitting and order a tall Diet Coke with ice, indifferent to his presence. / “So, haven’t seen you around here much lately.” He says nonchalantly.
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Nov 19, 2012
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