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February 9, 2018
“And of these cut-throat busted sunsets,
these cold and damp white mornings
I have grown weary”
If I never see you again…
“I will always carry you
inside
outside
on my fingertips
and at brain edges
and in centers
centers
of what I am of
what remains.” –Charles Bukowski
Remain in light
The eve of what should have always been the happiest day of my life.
To the moon
Thinking about making changes.