Drowning.
The logic of it,
its tranquility.
Sent to look
in the mirror
when
there’s no one there
To acknowledge
the water,
the water’s depth
to see it,
to die
from eremition
I lie here I don't count the days anymore than I count trees they're here and although real also possess speechlessness as if a ca...
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Friends and old neighbors shutting it down in honor of John Crawford. _
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Today is the birthday of the best sister in the whole world (mine:)! Happy, Happy Birthday, Chelli! [AA, my favorite aunt in the whole world...
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At had us pose for this pic up at Aunt R's place on Lake Huron so he could put it up in his dorm. "Don't tur...
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