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seeing clearlywe were already pushing away from the light that the world poured into, the seagull flapped in between my days where you wrecked and pinched the stony walls i had gathered myself into. here, when all my notions fall away, you're there halfway a shadow, a sleepy hooded figure colored with enigma, the propensity of thoughful thinking you leave me with, i am nervous, i hate to have to say it to myself, allowing the folds of your voice to puncture into my mirrored distance of the world. You are the glass i look into, and fseeing clearly
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Memories- from when I was fourSometimes, it is red. My memory poses with the mirror swimming in color. Wherever I look, there is red on my hands, face and the entire dressing table. A flicker. Mum's lifting me and putting me down. She pulls the lipstick out of my hand. I don't recall shouting, but maybe there wasn't any. The four year old mind loves to forget whatever she doesn't like. But this memory is handed to me clearly, a clear sky sticking in my lungs. I remember walking into the living room, the room vaulted with silence. The image which flashes without falter is the strand of understanding unfolding in me. This is when I remember my dad is away in another countryMemories- from when I was four
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girl in the attic flies awayi am told love is sure limbed-that it creates the confidence through eyes and hands overriding the soft waves of smiles and perfume on her red red dress. sugar girl, candy mouth, swirls tattoos in his mouth, How her mascara jumps at the world! between the borders of the world too small for the dreams she wants to blush into reality, she finds the milk spill in the kitchen, the blue dress on her bed, and her baby photographs too important. says, i don't want to forget any detail. every detail should cling to you like wet clotgirl in the attic flies away
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DisconnectedIn the evening, Evie shows up with promise circled in her eyes. She has two dresses in her hand-one very black short dress for you and the other one peach colored and strapless for herself. You smile, wave her in but she holds out your dress and says she's got to go do some errands before the party. You nod like you understand but you're not stupid. For two months ago since Lia got locked up, nothing has been alright.Disconnected
You stare at yourself in the mirror. Brown eyes meet yours, regret imprinted in with a cursed trail. You should have made Evie stay. You'll never make it to the party. You know that now. Even with the dress on
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