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schriftsteller

Published: Jun 5, 2013

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Fission

We are reckless & resolute— trying to gain our footing on ground that never stops its shifting. I tumble & curse you you falter & deny every part of me— the landscape is unforgiving but we each take the role of apologist & absolver. The cracks & faces try to dislocate us but you are there to pull me away from ledges with only your pinkie finger necessary & I am there with my entire body to be the strength under your shoulder that keeps you from falling & shattering into thousands of different mirrored pieces.

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to everyone

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scraped against each other and I worried
we might make that noise the whole time—
banging into each other like forks in a slammed
drawer.” – Eireann Corrigan.

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NascitvrDecurro

Jun 13, 2013

You sound like my head.

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