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i’d look down at heaven

from above

when I’m done being a sick

lonely dove.

what is above heaven

you ask?

winds and storms of the invalids,

but not a sign of shame

no gorgeous mask.

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It’s so strange that the people I’m most comfortable with also make me feel like they’re going to go away from me at any given moment. They make time feel like a vortex that they like to edge closer and closer to just to keep me on my toes, no, to keep my heart pounding in my mouth. It’s an existential game. “How Long Will It Be Until She Stops Dreading?”