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we are so fucking back

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But it isn’t the unfathomable fall
That makes me giddy, makes my stomach lurch,
It’s that the ledge itself invents the leap.

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I wonder if we will become okay again. I hope for it.

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I want to talk to you. Without speaking.

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And wasn't it this bright boy you elected for beatings and tortures after hours? Of course it was.

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Instead I swallow it section by section and tell myself it means even more this way. To chew and swallow in silence here with her. to taste the same thing in the same moment.

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I love you. I’m glad I exist.

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Hands are unbearably beautiful. They hold on to things. They let things go.

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I want to talk to you. Without speaking.

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I just cleaned the bathroom,
did the laundry,
called my brother.
told him, “It was a good day.”

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The hand has twenty-seven bones. Each of mine misses each of yours.

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The preacher may never marry us and my mama may never know you but I can kiss you over a flask of whiskey and dance with you under the stars and if that isn’t marriage I'm not sure what else God is looking for.

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We need not to be let alone. we need to be really bothered once in a while.

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I want to talk to you. Without speaking.

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Hands are unbearably beautiful. They hold on to things. They let things go.

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Treat every gun like it's haunted.

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But it isn’t the unfathomable fall
That makes me giddy, makes my stomach lurch,
It’s that the ledge itself invents the leap.

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I want to talk to you. Without speaking.

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The hand has twenty-seven bones. Each of mine misses each of yours.

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Truth be told, he never wanted to be a goalie. But as the youngest of four brothers in a very athletic — and apparently rambunctious — family growing up in Imperial, Sask., it fell to the littlest.

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I just cleaned the bathroom,
did the laundry,
called my brother.
told him, “It was a good day.”