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on letting go
i travelled thousands of miles to come home to sit in the cradle of your voice you are the same you i've always known; the diving slant of your grin, with the same ghosts swimming in the currents beneath your skin. i remember the first time i read… |
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my father
how can that be two years after the fact and i find a blanket that still smells of you? that reminds me of your large hands on the steering wheel while i kicked my feet chattering of waiting waiting waiting while you were away at sea playing under… |
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