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crystal clear windows colored in with the rich green of the dew-heavy leaves set the place and air for the likes of you and them to prance through and tell me stories and cautionary tales in the few moments where our eyes meet and I’m told the story of your thousand cuts that bled you dry and of the stitches, of the hand that holds the needle. what may i be subject to, except the long walk to the bed that won’t ever heal my aches, but i am stopped, those dew-heavy leaves, sing songs of sirens to lure me closer and suddenly, i find myself in shoes i just empathized with as i stand, carrying the stories of 18 years in the space from lash to lash i see a stranger, swaying alone, stroking her cheek, and as the sun turns a dark streak, i see how the sun sets in her eyes, how its scalds her bones going through and through, leaving her me a puddle. when people walk through, taking traces of me along with them, for the rest of their journeys, i keep wondering what they have already lived through, and what there is left to live
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Jan 18, 2023
Jan 18, 2023 at 5:38 PM UTC
sonder
crystal clear windows colored in with the rich green of the dew-heavy leaves set the place and air for the likes of you and them to prance through and tell me stories and cautionary tales in the few moments where our eyes meet and I’m told the story of your thousand cuts that bled you dry and of the stitches, of the hand that holds the needle. what may i be subject to, except the long walk to the bed that won’t ever heal my aches, but i am stopped, those dew-heavy leaves, sing songs of sirens to lure me closer and suddenly, i find myself in shoes i just empathized with as i stand, carrying the stories of 18 years in the space from lash to lash i see a stranger, swaying alone, stroking her cheek, and as the sun turns a dark streak, i see how the sun sets in her eyes, how its scalds her bones going through and through, leaving her me a puddle. when people walk through, taking traces of me along with them, for the rest of their journeys, i keep wondering what they have already lived through, and what there is left to live
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19/F/Bloomington, Indiana
Jan 18, 2023
Jan 18, 2023 at 5:38 PM UTC
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