Honey your heart is a telescope.I'm tracing constellations you put together of your own storieslike I'm watching reruns of sophomore year through its lens.Its walls are worn thin from 18 years of pacinglike someone couldn't make up their mind.There are stars there, too.but some of them are far colder than they were meant to be.Most likely there's a moon tugging one way or another.And someone labeled...

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I'm home at last and I still haven't slept in my own bed since Thursday.It has nothing to do with your arms and everything to do with songs we aren't even allowed to listen to and goodbyes that won't sting our lips for another six months yet they're forever sitting in the back seat.It's the girl that hated me in the fifth grade, but we...

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roll your shoulders forward to protect your heart remember hallways are more than to & from goodbyes aren't always worth the breath do your calculus homework if only for the sense of accomplishment organized hearts are rarely worth holding rib cages are invincible for today alone let the stars keep their stories forgive the mothers & fathers keep your heels on the pavement...

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you asked me to write about death,but all that comes to mind is hands.handson the small of my back.fingerson my scalp.&printseverywhere they shouldn't be.there's a vulnerability to it.and I'm flipping back through the pageslooking for your armsbut arms are nothing without hands,and these handsthese handsthese hands are pushing me towards the edge.it is constantit is steady and patient,and only the narrator can put...

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