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crickets
the streetlights hum low tonight, like they know something i don’t,i watch the smoke curl out of someone else’s windowand i think about how quiet it will bewhen someone i love disappears—not just leaves, not just goes,but folds into the earth like paper in water,and i am left with the echo of their laughtertrapped in…
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Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Sober, I’m the man you’d trust with your heartbeat.Every yes whispered, every no honored like scripture.I’m all soft edges and open doors,smiling wide, carrying my own weight so I don’t crush yours.I ask before I touch.I laugh like I’ve never broken anything.People believe me — and they’re right to. But drunk?Drunk, I’m a wolf in…
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Death is the long pause in a conversation we never finished
It’s the quiet kind of death I think about—the one that doesn’t make a soundno bells ringing, no sirens screaming through a night that’s already dark enough,just the slow folding of the body into the earth or the air, like a letter folded and tucked away,like a song played once, then fading into the spaces…
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the garden don’t lie and neither do my ribs when i bend to pull weeds—three cracked truths wrapped in lavender-scented gauze, and the cat just watches like she knows i’m trying to stay soft in a world that made me blade. i remember the dirt under my nails felt like baptism, like finally owning the…