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Needle in a haystack, a small town on a roadmap, searching for you through the abstract- how incredibly hard to find.

Hannah Pearl

I hide behind olive branches. So afraid of others knowing what lay beneath the broken rifle. The reality hitting the pavement like bullets that stem from war.
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Afraid Break Hide Reality War
What a shame – how the taste of you could rot even the cedar and cypress. How you fooled the redwood into believing narcissus’ pond was made for two.
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Believe Fools Shame Taste Water
Caution! This vehicle stops quite frequently when overwhelmed.
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Anxiety Feeling Quite Stop
I waited, quietly listened, cupped my ear to your mouth, but silence echoed grievously in the absence of sound. It was only warm breath and then emptiness.
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Breathe Empty Grief Listening Myself Quiet Silence Sound Wait
It’s time for me to dust off this weary heart so that I may open it to one whose only open to me. You’re going to miss me when I’m gone and it’ll be too late.
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Heart Late Missing Open Time Yourself
Needle in a haystack, a small town on a roadmap, searching for you through the abstract- how incredibly hard to find.
HANNAH PEARL

Find Hard Incredible Map Road Small Yourself
Indigo child, you hid secret under graves, picked at the lamb stuck between teeth, felt around for monsters we once reaped. But the monster turned out to be free.
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Children Freedom Grace Hide Monster Secret
Your promises shatter like glass. Sliced nerves for every lie that travels from your tongue.
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Promise Tongue Travel Yourself
The hardest part is when the leaves abandon the trees. I seem to always lose a part of me.
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Abandonment Hard Leaving Lose Myself Tree
You will be the ocean. Strong enough to tighten the sails and safe enough to jump ship for.
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Empowerment Enough Ocean Safety Strong Yourself
I miss you a little less each day. You’re just a faded memory now – delicate; tucked away.
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Break Up Day Delicate Fade Missing Myself
When words tripped off the side of your grin, I felt the statement slip toward my ear like the slide of a skateboard on griptape – how it led me to hate a sport I’ve never even tried.
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Feeling Hate Myself Sport Try Word
I wait and wait and wait and god I am sick of waiting. To not see your face anymore. To not know the burden that belongs to you. To not imagine the window I looked through the night I found out.
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Burden Face God Myself Night Sick Wait
Remember me in burnt coffee mornings, warm hugs, fresh sunday snow. Know that you loved me too cautiously.
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Hug Love Morning Myself Remember Warm
If y’all like spooky season just examine my brain. It’s plastered across this page on display.
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Display Examination Myself Season
I’m used to falling, calling out timber right before the impact.
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Call Fall Impact Myself Right

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