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after the funeral home has burned down in a desperate arsonist's fire- you go to look for me and the bones you are sure you will know where in the walls there is something like grief but mostly happiness- for the fire, I imagine, for the release for the light refracting, reflecting off the cracked glass on the floor; for the ashes that your failing eyes cannot distinguish from the wood or the smoke or the carpet or me
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May 5
May 5, 2026 at 7:51 PM UTC
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after the funeral home has burned down in a desperate arsonist's fire- you go to look for me and the bones you are sure you will know where in the walls there is something like grief but mostly happiness- for the fire, I imagine, for the release for the light refracting, reflecting off the cracked glass on the floor; for the ashes that your failing eyes cannot distinguish from the wood or the smoke or the carpet or me
i don't like my mind - mitski worst in me - unlike pluto drowning lessons - my chemical romance for real this time - gracie abrams boulevard of broken dreams - green day
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May 5
May 5, 2026 at 7:51 PM UTC
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