The creature of change—
prone to clean slates and beginnings anew—
either explains
or waits
for that perfect mate,
eager and empty-handed.
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If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?
SC
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Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.
Miss you Boss.
Life: Now and Then
If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?
SC
_____________________________
Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.
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- On My Father's Birthday
- Azrael's Wake
- Maybe you remember my computer desk...
- Dear Hillbilly Dirtbag,
- Growing Down
- Nothing From Nothing is Nothing
- On Erin Morgenstern's, 'The Night Circus'
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