We weep
For at the altar of dreams
We are freed
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Mariana
In this love we argue and compromise, like fault lines scraping against each other, shifting to settle into something new. The crusts and mountain ranges of our lives evolve in response to limits, boundaries, giving or needing, and it isn’t always pretty but I’d rather push our relationship higher than pull back and leave this…
or (to the shore line)
The grass, trees, vines and algae left hardly any room for rune drawing so I ended up walking/crawling
clock/night watch
I watch the clock like a hawk, stressed for the alarm to blare; it doesn’t care that it scares away the mice in the nightmare nice but there in the sleep stare at least I don’t have to climb out of bed sleep-deprived and go to work for another greedy jerk to take credit for…
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Jordyn Saelor 