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I’m sorry
I’m sorry to that sweet girlwhose dress I left in piecesand whose laughter I stole without knowing.I don’t remember her handson my chest,the way she said my namelike it could…
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I’m sorry to that sweet girl who tore off that dress
I’m sorry to that sweet girlwho tore off that dress,the one who laughed too loudfor the small corners of my memory. I don’t remember her eyes,only the smell of bourbon…
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The garden
He walks the garden every morning, barefoot, dew-soaked soles pressing into the memory of her. The sun is lazy here, like it, too, remembers her warmth and doesn’t dare outshine…
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“DIRT DON’T LIE”
Yo— I don’t talk to God, I just plant and wait, Hands in the mud while the pain translates. Trauma been root-deep, blood in the seed, But the garden don’t…