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I hope

I hope she grows fascinated of the stars like I do. Of scientists and painters and Einstein. I hope her little feet would carry her so high she’d eventually need her arms to fly. Daring for ideas and never too … Continue Reading I hope

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Her

I think of her every day.   The way she eats salad. A sloth can eat faster. The way her hands are so small it felt like a toddler held my hand. so soft yet firm Her happiness so wild, acute, … Continue Reading Her

ones and twos

One breath shared between two Two hands bound into one The drawings on graveyards of stars he once drew The aligning rhythms of heart beats The ever so graceful curse with all its grey hues The reason Im so happy, … Continue Reading ones and twos

The nice guys

  they’ll sing you to sleep and play with your hair and then weave nightmares into your sleep, they’ll hold your hands throughout the day, never letting go, but sometimes they’ll hold a little too tight it hurts your bones. … Continue Reading The nice guys