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She is going somewhere
I can hear it
in the way the house pauses
when she gently glides through it,
as if even the torn walls
are trying to find her. 

I walk outside my door.

To hear the breeze today

See what it has to say.

"I can't go on no more

My friend has left the sea

No longer wild nor free

Another offering to the fall

We walk, side-by-side

Don’t these rides seem smaller now?

Or have we just grown in size?

What if this is the end?

 Dear Time,

And yes,

you deserve one: you

who has stars in your eyes and

infinity running through your veins;

you, whose heart becomes so heavy

with the sunrise that you

will always pick up a pen and

I was small and stained with summer 
sun, grass blade knees, and scrapes 
all over. Morning dew and wild schemes, I lived 
inside the world of dreams where faeries hid