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I still know the fabric of where I begin and end.

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We’re in spring and I have learned how to be gentle and sharp; strong bark on budding trees. Hold out your hands. I’ll leave a pink kiss and a pocket knife.
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Hands Learning Leaving Myself Sharp Spring
I know I could be an astronomer of this swooning.
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Known Myself
I’m choosing to believe things are getting better again. The give and take of joy, remembering a few days of ache does not mean forever.
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Believe Better Choice Forever Myself Remember
I’m remembering again, how loneliness has always made me brave.
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Brave Lonely Myself Remember
People have been washed away by less. I’ll take every step gently. So often, you can’t tell the rush of a riptide until you’re already at sea.
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Myself People Sea Wash
In a dream, I’m holding you close and when I wake, I do. How lucky, to want and have.
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Close Dreams Hold Myself Wake Up
I want to wade into the water on the sidewalk, crawl out of this feeling without giving it a name. Take a lighter to love’s sticky edges so its sadness isn’t caught in my throat.
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Catch Myself Name Sadness Water
How radiant you are, waiting by the window, watching for the sun to grant you more time to dance beneath it. You’ve let yourself dream again. Even if its in bites, even if it’s in a different voice than it used to be.
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Different Dreams Radiant Voice Window Yourself
This does not have to be a hard life to love. There is not enough time to let it stray too far from my hands.
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Enough Hands Hard Life Love Myself Time
I’ll craft a haven that that cradles every joy and sorrow, but doesn’t hold them to keep.
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Craft Happiness Hold Myself Sorrow
If every feeling comes like a wave, I try to decide what kind of coastline I’ll become.
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Decision Feeling Myself Wave
Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.
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Believe Change Curse Myself
I still know the fabric of where I begin and end.
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Beginning End Fabric Myself
I descend into an unopened sky, the ocean floor, the final embrace of a graveyard. Find your fill of me before my blue pales like a sour moon.
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Floor Grave Moon Ocean Open Sky Yourself
Meet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.
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Fake Feeling Happiness Myself Spring
Hold me here, where I feel less like a stranger to my own laughter. Where it’s easier to believe things happen for a reason or maybe, at least, out of a thousand winding roads my life might take, I will still find one that fits me.
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Feeling Hold Life Oneself Reason Road Stranger

I still know the fabric of where I begin and end.

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