making the decision that i am not ready yet is still so hard so hard to make
in part because because it implies that someday i will be ready.
oh god why why am i left at this angle. listing to one side with your name on my lips.
why is my heart broken
why was my heart born broken
why have i always to heartbroke becoming
god oh god where have you left me what do i learn from herebeing
surrounded by lush stars the hot dark velvet of space the taut heaving sheath of time bent all around me waiting to be taken up taken up and in
ice-planet i am a burning heart ice piled up atop nothing can melt
this vise of ice
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