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margarette, everything reminds me of you. the stereo in my car the windows rolled down the horizons lit up where your eyes would be the fairest. i remember familiarizing your kisses: your tongue dominates mine; your soft lips travel from mine to my cheeks down to my neck. i remember composing this: with every word …

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rutakingurmeds

Are taking you your meds? Mom asks. As if taking these little things isn’t dehumanizing enough. As if taking them is as easy as it seems. As if they are working for me. As if I will ever get better. As if I will ever stop envying people who envy me because apparently suffering is …

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FAQ not part of the collection when i was writing this sequence, questions about the primary reason why margarette ended the relationship with the lover prematurely were raised, but the thing is that there was no apparent reason why she did what she did. it will always be a mystery to the lover. i’ve also …

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margarette, while writing away my feelings, i am on the seat where you sat the first time i met you. lately, i have been longing for you in the spaces you’ve left behind. your company. your calls. your messages. it has been a struggle to go day by day. it’s dimmed. it’s soundless. it’s almost …

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my hollow chest sings to the empty spaces you hurt me still, i am a beating heart that thinks you’re a work of art ©2017, Quiyet Brul

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i sing a song filling all the spaces in between of nothing and everything with fireflies and fire and ice no space, nothing in between ©2017, Quiyet Brul

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my mouth, a black hole where nothing escapes and my eyes, a white hole where everything escapes because you took the ability of escaping and not escaping and existing while not existing every contradiction becomes one you escaped; i couldn't ©2017, Quiyet Brul