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I think I made you up inside my head.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. -Sylvia Plath
Thursday, March 20, 2014
seasons
we took root in the winter sun,
pretended we'd survive until autumn.
summer was a sweet dream of sweat-sticky backs and syrupy tongues.
today is the first day of spring.
last week was our ending.
-03.20.2014
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