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Her spine is crumpling into origami cranes, left in jars beside a dreamer’s dresser (I childishly hope they stretch bone-wings to heights, little Icaruses, as they tempt the gods in flight).
I don’t wish to be nomads, wandering through the birdhouses of “if”s and “when she dies…” for I’ve been a gypsy of apology, ghosting through sterilized rooms and bed-feet, as much an apparition as Reapers; and because I could not see Them, I learned to say “goodbye.”
I do not wish to make my nests of broken bottles and her flattened dreams.
I'm taking a leave of absence. I'm not even sure I know how to deal yet, let alone how to say anything.
I'm not pretending this is good. I'm not pretending I'm good enough anymore.
Don't worry. Don't even think about it. I'll be fine, as always. This, I know!
I'm not pretending this is good. I'm not pretending I'm good enough anymore.
Don't worry. Don't even think about it. I'll be fine, as always. This, I know!
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