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When You Are Finished With Your Own Scar-Gazing

, gather me a sinew-sky full of fireflies with intricate wings, no-more-questions; a place to hold my broken wishes, my brightest hope. A stone for keeping, knowing, throwing at my fears; a few years to breathe, be -lieve in my … Continue reading

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