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i blamed you for everything

even when i ran away

my ego wouldn’t let me see it

our story on yellow lined paper

i crumpled us up into a ball

i threw us into the trash can too

it’s never too late to say you’re sorry

i hope it’s not too late for you to hear me

the primordial landscape: a raw, clay slab floating in cosmos one simmering puddle on its surface where ivory moonstones were plucked and put into your mouth forming your bright, brave teeth anointing all your words with freedom your mouth forever a vessel for healing

she is ancient, bold blood like fierce gold old skins falling down the thorn inside the crown death is new life rewrite and rewrite

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