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Meditations.

I saw the flavor

of that drink you liked

the other day in the store

and I got lost in myself

about it for hours and

for days ever since.

 

I pulled salty water

from the well of my dead

until I didn't feel any better

but I never meant to

hurt you instead.

 

I know it's selfish

and I know it's hard.

This is no movie and

my pain ain't the star.

I cannot expect you to

heal me when I hold you afar.

And little by little

my grief becomes who we are.

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Apr 19
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