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“This is a eulogy to the living,” you said. Looking over scattered groups under scattered clouds, all finding comfort between green and wa..
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And then life happened. It just didn’t happen to us.
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I’m going to call you on your birthday,hoping you won’t pick up, to leavea voicemail, an eternal plea.To that young part of my heart that ..
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A muddled man half fullWere we stars before this?Or did ash just turn to dustAnd back again we ranDown soiled lines in suits too bigBut that seemed to..
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Sevilla, at night
April 2022
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I don’t know why I hang hope in haggard hearts, and I like that line like green shoots of grass tickling my feet, thinking I have a resistance t..
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The arbitrariness of a day. Spent in woe and in its wake we awaken dreams long thought dead or at least not meant to crawl out of shallow graves dug i..
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Head held over high water, looking down and looking back. Let it sleep. Let it slip, through fingers worn thin and relish the moment we forgot, aching..
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And if I have to go back. To every place we ever laughed, telling jokes between stories of better times, I was never going to be a part of. Memory, th..
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