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in a yellow submarine glass house on Curiosity
(killed the cat)
Street. everybody knows
that’s just how it goes
with sticks and stones and
silence. together
we have addressed such things,
some to be kept as gathered secrets,
others to be swept away. today
I am simply learning how to breathe,
grieve, be
…………….-lieve.
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I really liked how you weaved in the idioms and references to songs… still the darkness of the end becomes almost darker when painted with such a delicate hand.