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change is not a swift thing, but a stagnant or slow-moving pond, accompanied by the cracking of dry sticks or bones. there are setbacks....

all sugar

i. here is the vast sea of winter, and my heart is a tiny stowaway. planks creak and nag, beams shift and i draw deep lines with my...

and this grief is an ocean

please, don't fight. just listen. you owe it to me. when i breathe, i deflate. without you here, i don't know when to sleep, or wake up....

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