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MosaicGive them to me. / All the pieces of your broken heart. / Give them to me.
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An Open Letter to the Love of My Life.Dear… / I don’t even know what to call you. But, already, we are beyond such things, aren’t we? When you wander into my head from time to time and form to form I am left with out a course of action. Mostly because action seems… so… very…very… silly. But this time. I took said action. Here it is. / I am sounding this letter off of the sky as postage. I am licking my lips to seal the envelope and throwing my marbles into the sun. I am lifting you, without strings, with the last of my magic.
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Poem by ChanceBreathe. / Settle yourself. / Try to understand.
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CradlePlace your hand upon my chest. / It reminds me how it feels when it's mended. / Then use it to cradle your head while you rest.
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Father's DayMy Father used to buy cars. A lot of cars. Broken down, busted up, P.O.S. cars. Usually VW's. Always on the door of the great rusting field in the sky. He'd park them on the side of the house in a long row. This area was technically off limits, but rest assured that many battles were fought against mythical beasts and imagined armies. / It was a fort, a hideout, a giant clubhouse, and where I saw the inside of my first ***** magazine. / But the landscape was always changing. Evolving. This time line of rust and oxidized paint.
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String TheoryString Theory. A theoretical framework in which the point-like particles of particle physics are replaced by one dimensional objects called strings. In string theory, the multiverse is an idea in which our universe is not the only one; many universes exist parallel to each other where all possibility has potential as the universes are theorized to be infinite. / When I heard this for the first time, I imagined us all on this giant carousel, spinning in the infinite, to the ***** music of fate. / And the possibility was sweet, like cotton candy. And the potential seemed to rise like tidal waves and I was filled with joy for the other versions of myself doing great things out there somewhere.
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B Movie Love StoryMaybe. Maybe I said it. Maybe. / Maybe I said, “I love you.” / And maybe. Maybe. It was too soon.
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WildfireWe are big. / Like mountains. / If I am the mountain side, you were the wild fire.
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Sweet NothingsIt seems / that the moon is / blushing.
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Wouldn't ChestTurn the wheel into the sun. Forget the stars. Forget the wind. Forget the way the waves are weeping. I am not coming home. / We are never again what we once were. And I am not sorry for it. / Some of them end before the music can even start. And we are left somehow, like monks, pinching book spines like vertebrae. Seeing if we can find our ability to
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