Untruth

Inside me, suspended between  my sternum and diaphragm At the base of where I imagine my heart there is a kernel of False Knowledge The fear that there is something about me seen by the world, to which I am blind That makes me inherently Unlovable

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This is the problem with obstructed views

When I go for a walk and happen to go past your place  occasionally I will look over towards where I imagine you to be. It’s a habit I haven’t quite broken yet. On a wintery evening you were at my place in an attempt to reforge our relationship.  After an ending that tore so […]

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