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Sunday, June 20
it's been over a month since anyone's had anything to say here.
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i find it hard to breathe on nights like this.
howling like the world is coming to an end. luminescent pale skin peeking thru a dark blue cloudcover. i can still smell you on me, hard as rain, bright as lightning. do you always feel the need to bruise the sky? (eyes of velvet blue, [i'm sorry it wasn't enough for you] could close, never open again, and feel more alive then i do right now). or was i just the lucky one who's face you fell in love with, but the feeling didn't echo into your substructure?
we fall in love because we don't know what else to do with ourselves.
i blame the preceding on natalie goldberg and thank her forever.
Maria 10:47:00 PM
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