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I can't fall asleep on the couch this year eyes out of focus on our tree bursting with history but only the parts appropriate for them to perceive as reality the silver beads glow golden draped across every branch How can I miss an unreturnable place that was never a home Here or there, lonesomeness would not ease, but because I don't want to brace this Chicago winter alone, deep blue that passes for deep green cloaks across my ribs still aching with every breath
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Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 9:13 AM UTC
The trees here, webbed in lights, still smile at me.
I can't fall asleep on the couch this year eyes out of focus on our tree bursting with history but only the parts appropriate for them to perceive as reality the silver beads glow golden draped across every branch How can I miss an unreturnable place that was never a home Here or there, lonesomeness would not ease, but because I don't want to brace this Chicago winter alone, deep blue that passes for deep green cloaks across my ribs still aching with every breath
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21/Non-binary/Chicago
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 9:13 AM UTC
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