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To begin again- like returning to the scene of the crime. 2,142 miles took my toes straight back to the edge of The Pit. A gaping black maw of being left or leaving. I see the eyes shining at the bottom when I teeter forward to look at Love's victims. I almost topple in, but then see ghost's hands have been working on my bridge all this time. So I cross it into the land of the lonely. I work on a garish grin to keep the men at bay. I wave to my mother back on dry land, "thank you for squaring my shoulders again." She salutes me with her hammer and nails, summons the wind that fills up my sails, and christens me for my next voyage.
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Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 8:01 PM UTC
Christening
To begin again- like returning to the scene of the crime. 2,142 miles took my toes straight back to the edge of The Pit. A gaping black maw of being left or leaving. I see the eyes shining at the bottom when I teeter forward to look at Love's victims. I almost topple in, but then see ghost's hands have been working on my bridge all this time. So I cross it into the land of the lonely. I work on a garish grin to keep the men at bay. I wave to my mother back on dry land, "thank you for squaring my shoulders again." She salutes me with her hammer and nails, summons the wind that fills up my sails, and christens me for my next voyage.
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25/F/Olympia, WA
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 8:01 PM UTC
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