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at every season change, a fresh rotation of memories take their turn to haunt, it seems two, three, four and counting now years happened ..

there’s talk at the funeral home of asking you to work for a living between extended condolences and talks of interventions I know..

call me, we'll make plans, I'll bring some asbestos this time

if I have become too smart to enjoy these things …lobotomy, please?

boy, I barely knew you come to find out, none of us did we talked about it in meetings &how our suspicions were probably correct w..

(fine line between) denial ----and---- compartmentalization I’ve occupied the same space as tears&weeping ..

you’ll never be the man to me you were when you were still a boy and with a woman who was still a girl, which I can never be I..

insofar as memory allows me to reflect in its temperamental filters for intangibles as such I’ve pined since time began; my clothing r..

I hear, I assure you, near every excuse in the book, in the repertoire of self-defeat the seductively darkened kaleidoscope lenses our loss..

here’s the thing: it’s only interesting to you &your new lover even if it’s all you think about the joy of d..