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Originally posted on ELLEGUYENCE:
standing out on the back porch looking out on the suburban sprawl I called home my whole childhood, imagining all the quiet moments of what I swore I wouldn’t miss: cookie dough and street hockey and whispering on the landline I imagine all the time that has passed years and years…
There’s no coming back
might it be that you hear me only as a poorly played horn a bothersome oboe as you rest in the wheeled chair with your gown of faded flowers and a tray of uneaten food before you I think you have left little of yourself to control this bird’s body its care no longer a […]
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