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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.

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Pagdalaw

Excuse me for all the typos.  I was writing this down between sleep and awake and my vision literally blurry as my tears hover on whatever was left of me.

I died 5 years ago, and  i was just a spirit. Though benevolent, is restless  Clinging to things i never had  but couldn't let go.  

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