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Poetry
Let the thoughts
that haunt us
become flesh
and touch
these pages for
my memories have faded with time, becoming dreams, shadowy phantasms, of what might and could have been. So I write.
Welcome, dreamwalkers.
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I lie languid, staring at ceilings, taking comfort in a box of chocolate hearts that look like up-ended butts: full and smooth until it is snapped across the middle, raining sweet jagged pieces into my mouth, dissolving like aspirin and scarring my tongue.
