from the brutality
of everything we
carry, when only
fragments of story
are ours to control
We know we are every
-one, belong every
place, matter some
-times in epilogue
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summer sadness
all my grandparents are dead all of them now live with me and I am as tired as they are calibrating so many endings sadness settles--a m...
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