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I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.

Friday, August 5, 2011

For Real

Hurt but not angry at you. I’ll get by. I always do.
I promise too that I’ll cherish childhood memories
Be happy with your sons and your one great love …
Luckiest is the man loving the woman he's married to.

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