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| blueberries |
the first pair of shoes you ever went to school in still sit in a box on the shelf in your bedroom closet, with letters from old girlfriends and fotos of field trips to the carnegie museum, gettysburg, and atlantic city. your history acts as your gravity. you fingered the leather and felt the worn soles remembering walks along new concrete, now weathered and full of cracks you must avoid or you'll break your mother's back. something you've done many times anyway. you read the words of adolescence, when love was a game you played, winning, losing. you cringed at your self indulgent sentiment. scars upon your heart. you looked at the images of this someone that was you, a fresh smile grown tired, when intimacy was dicovered and before it turned cynical. you put it all away, pulled the string to turn out the light, and closed the door. hidden away, but visible in every breath you take. |
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