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Say I defined time in quarters - A flash of lightning, an inflamed heart a silent revolution, a fallen photograph. Suddenly life is too short. Say I divided a circle into thirds - Hush, no space for shelved dreams And buttoned up plaid shirts. We do not break bread with discontinuity. Say I had two hemispheres of life - too many secrets spill from my ears: the nook where I braid my hair into knots the reason not to walk a beach at night. Say I was brave enough to erase all lines - unexpectedly, it is not enough, not at all. I breathe even with the wind-whistle in my skull, but then it is not a breath, how unready am I?
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Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 7:29 PM UTC
In transition
Say I defined time in quarters - A flash of lightning, an inflamed heart a silent revolution, a fallen photograph. Suddenly life is too short. Say I divided a circle into thirds - Hush, no space for shelved dreams And buttoned up plaid shirts. We do not break bread with discontinuity. Say I had two hemispheres of life - too many secrets spill from my ears: the nook where I braid my hair into knots the reason not to walk a beach at night. Say I was brave enough to erase all lines - unexpectedly, it is not enough, not at all. I breathe even with the wind-whistle in my skull, but then it is not a breath, how unready am I?
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Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 7:29 PM UTC
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