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| the night star |
two months of fast and furious deadlines has ended, and in being over has released those thoughts that came in the first week of those due dates, those broken feelings and unmended sores that have made some awkward nights and mornings over those two months. the moral hangover settles after the intellectual and physical impediments are removed for now. i feel weak in its light, a piercing piercing light, that settles steady on my soul. smells, gods, i haven't done laundry since before this torrent of work descended. i smell her on clothes pulled from the hamper, and am thrown back, in to memories and the flood continues... the night is frozen, pathetic fallacy. once, i remember writing, lovingly, that pathetic part is the fallacy, and the fallacy is thinking that nature gives two shits about the human heart. |
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