Missing someone is like hearing
a name sung quietly from somewhere
behind you. Even after you know
no one is there, you keep looking back.
Some things take root
in the brain and just don’t
Words slip into a language the way white-green vines slide between slats in a fence.
The Soul is a house...Let it burn!
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