We weep
For at the tundra of dreams
We are freed
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to the sweetest end
I found a place to lie each night and never called it home, I found a place to eat each day and never called it
play pretend
I had something nice in the city, nice enough I was grateful for the safety, the steady work, the food that didn’t poison me,
won’t be my friend
previous part: https://jordynsaelor.com/2026/10/01/now-above-once-under/ all parts: https://jordynsaelor.com/cant-catch-me-now/ *** I don’t belong to you and I can’t offer what you’re asking me to, even with another decade of practice: I cannot understand the words of a god, much less its mysterious depths so you may want me for a friend or minister but I cannot be– I’m…
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