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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.

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

in vain


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Why aren’t you here? Here where the pastel fades up to black, to pitch. Come now and find me waiting, eyes up to planets dancing finally close after too many years. Come now before the fade fades further, before the moon finds itself full this night. Come now, I am waiting. 


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