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hear me now?
how can I still crave connection when the line has been dead for so long?it’s like I hear the static cracklenothing but white noiseand I still expect your voice to carry through I long to curl into to youto find comfort like a childand yet the thing that echoes is you saying you don’t know…
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violent ends, no delights
the end was born of something quiet and violentthere was no raised hand of violencethough there was a gnashing of teethsome split skin trembling hands the end was born of something quiet and violentall those moments when you’d seek to quiet megrab my knee under the tabledeny my presence because I’ve been to loud, too…
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age
i do not plan on aging gracefullyi will not fight off what comes for us alllet my body sag as it grows back toward the earthlet me live my life not fearing some ambiguous end i will not tip toe and dancei am not better than my ancestorsthere is so much joy, anger, pain, beautythere…
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come home
I know you feel unworthy just being yourselfYou can feel the eyes on your bodyFeel their weaponized words building upWaiting to fire You armor yourself with self-deprecationIf you laugh the loudest then you aren’t the jokeYou’re the jester not the jestBut dear love I am hear to tell you, you are worthy of kindness and…
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