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My stories

Cherry

Retrace me

No need for lock and key where I go shadow-less. Torn into blue my shade, mangled and frayed, away from do and don’t I disobeyed. No trace of the old house, the winding road, the gate.

Unresolved

Unresolved lie the things of the heart, locked rooms, where keys have been lost, or windows closed to the air of spring or books left out in a foreign tongue.

And so we lived

And so we lived and took in signs and grew. And so we died, before we even knew. The little time we had, we hardly tasted. The years that came and went were mostly wasted.
Cherry

Loneliness is a language

What could I do or say? Would pain smooth out under my perfect words? Would it even listen? Winds soothe and refresh. Green shades in the land please the eye, and sitting by the water
Cherry

Out beyond its depth

Next to the railway line, this house, resentful of being looked at, painfully holds itself up straight, ashamed of its gawky gables and blind windows, embarrassed

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