Wednesday, November 27

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I think I might've inhaled you
I can feel you behind my eyes
You've gotten into my bloodstream
I can feel you flowing in me
The spaces in between
Two minds and all the places they have been
The spaces in between

Sunday, November 3

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n o s t a l g i a

Getting the air inside my lungs is heavenly.
We're starting out with nothing but crippling doubt.
We'll rest easy.
I've suffered a swift defeat.
I'll endure countless repeats.
The gift of memory is an awful curse,
with age it just gets much worse,
But I won't mind.