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11/8/23
And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Sylvia Plath, Unabridged Journals
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11/2/23
Happy anniversary, and I hope it’s all going better than it was. One day we might talk again.
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8/2/23
wheatgrass and mailboxes sting open palms out the window driving down the up and down couldn’t breathe without wearing the clothes on my floor again cleaning the sink while I’m at work again I’m only getting worse at this bluegrass in my accent in quarter inches chewing sweetgum balls on the neighbor’s lawn playing accordions…
Maeby 