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we hung up our mutual fascinations at the door, on coat rack hooks, tarnished like the afternoon was slowly pouring into. speaking in short sips from ***** mugs, i realized i couldn't even figure out how to like you, when i thought i had loved you so dearly. the story goes: i bought your love, commercial and diffuse. i bought your love top shelf in ****** bars. i bought your love at k-mart. the fluorescent promise on the display case cupped small hands around my face, covering my faltered eyes, and fed me to you on ornate teaspoons like quartered mandarins. no. i can't do this. i can't do this to you, to me, to this grand ******* world; this ugly spectacle of ceaseless movement around us. i can't let you be a mistake. i've collected too many. you'll be lost. you are lost. you're lost. you're lost. now, i only remember you when i'm trying not to. *my heart is a river, and you were a chemical spill, were every fish, every streambed, you were every fleck of shale, every mote of dust, the cumulative gravity of all galaxies in one instant.* and what, now? you're just gone, and i'm just breathing.
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Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC
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we hung up our mutual fascinations at the door, on coat rack hooks, tarnished like the afternoon was slowly pouring into. speaking in short sips from ***** mugs, i realized i couldn't even figure out how to like you, when i thought i had loved you so dearly. the story goes: i bought your love, commercial and diffuse. i bought your love top shelf in ****** bars. i bought your love at k-mart. the fluorescent promise on the display case cupped small hands around my face, covering my faltered eyes, and fed me to you on ornate teaspoons like quartered mandarins. no. i can't do this. i can't do this to you, to me, to this grand ******* world; this ugly spectacle of ceaseless movement around us. i can't let you be a mistake. i've collected too many. you'll be lost. you are lost. you're lost. you're lost. now, i only remember you when i'm trying not to. *my heart is a river, and you were a chemical spill, were every fish, every streambed, you were every fleck of shale, every mote of dust, the cumulative gravity of all galaxies in one instant.* and what, now? you're just gone, and i'm just breathing.
tom-mccone
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tom-mccone
New Zealander
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC
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