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so strange how people change i wonder what things of me stayed the same cuz in my eyes i look at them and see an ocean without an end why couldn’t it have stayed of bears and things not fancy cars or wedding rings i’ll leave a sigh for past sighing’s sake and leave the rest to weave its give and take
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| Ches is grateful | Dean is okeys i can still listen to music my stuffed animals are still huggable and willing to slow dance xanga is free …for warm blankets that soothe you to sleep when your mind refuses to *great friends around the corner, around the turnpike, around 76W. for “sherby” my cellphone i can see the tree outside my window from my bed for coffee and clam chowder i don’t bite my nails anymore i kept a couple of love letters just for who knows why for sweatpants, and zippered sweatjackets when someone in a crowded room yells “marchesa”, i know he/she is referring to only me. God loves me.
*of iron… humanity and things cleaned and washed bleached and hung dried in the sun to catch the nature bestowed after filth, dirt, and grime unpinned brought to the board initially touched slightly to the iron then burned unseen, tale only told by the steam fibers cry unheard, like a forgotten dream nevertheless, after pulling and straightening some creases remain folded into the next daily grind ready to be worn again
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