ArchiveDecember 2014

Break

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I have more left to say than I have things to do. I can’t tell you to leave if you don’t know how to move. You’re a full glass, spilling splurges of wine all over the floor. I am tempted to clean your stains, but we’ve been here before. You break, break, break,          away and I pull you back in. You break, break, break, down and sometimes I forget how to swim. If we learn to live without...

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