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he did not look back. he walked slowly. he might stop at any time.
There is room for you
First Words and Ashes
And the air would taste of patterns
When You Wish Upon a Star
When I have Fears that I may Cease to Be
Something never perfect
Every day adds a new worry, on the last day they all disappear
I am writing you at dawn, on a train headed west, a farewell letter to be mailed at the first transfer station, before I head off into parts unknown.
we do it in hopes they'll come back
Everyone out of the universe, quick!
The Secular Games
It is good enough. It is more than good enough.
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