..complications, predicaments, liaisons, fragments, idioms and expressions.
Pour your emptiness into me,
release for me
Fill me wholly, completely.
With every terrible thing;
all the edges
ledges and
secrets.
Let me drink your pain
and love you,
still,
my monster.
I miss those mornings where the house was loud and alive. The chattering of my children; the arguing, the laughing, the hurriedness of tryin...
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