me: [nods] in 1945
narrator: in 1975...
me: what
me: [nods] in 1945
narrator: in 1975...
me: what
the infinite definitions
of grief.
I was 14 when I learned
that life is a razor, hidden
behind a laugh.
Exhaustion hides between
the lines of a life,
written out of spite
for angels.
Still, I push boulders
up mountains
then downward
into what's left
of an ellipsis.
#poetry
the infinite definitions
of grief.
I was 14 when I learned
that life is a razor, hidden
behind a laugh.
Exhaustion hides between
the lines of a life,
written out of spite
for angels.
Still, I push boulders
up mountains
then downward
into what's left
of an ellipsis.
#poetry
If only a bit
If only a bit
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