March 2011
February 2011
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The smoke from your cigarettes seeped through the cracks in my bones, the ones I got when I trusted them to you. We sat with our palms against the hot, grating asphalt believing we’d never get burnt. We ate strawberries warm from the sun and read books that were too old for us. I still have those books, their bindings cracking and their pages crinkling from all the times I flipped through...
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Somewhere there is a little hollow in my heart that you cannot cross, if you looked into it you would see only shadow like someone whose eyes can’t adjust to the dark. I’ll keep you away from the edges because anything would be better than letting you fall in. We should come with signs, that say ‘Keep away’, ‘Dangerous’, ‘Beware’,...
