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| by xoSoul, literature
Literature
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"It was the one I'd do over & over again
In fact
I'm going to do it again,
(soon I hope)
But I'm not sure."
We had a bunch to share;
a few pills for each
plain was what they were, simply white with a single hand carved line in the center
(but you didn't care about the looks, did you? Haha, no, we cared only of its purpose)
and at first there wasn't much
little light headed (in a good way, tho)
I awaited eagerly for the rush as
My left nostril tingled gleefully
(pretty sure it's left to brain, right to stomach)
our favourite spot was surrounding us
beside the arena there's woods
catch me where the wild things
I'd call it a memoir (but we're not dead yet) by xoSoul, literature
Literature
I'd call it a memoir (but we're not dead yet)
Looking out from the back door
carrion on the deck from a cat that was mine
You wonder how grass could get so green and
you remember times, times of last year
When seeing each other
finally
was honestly a gift
a reward
congratulating us on another year survived
Times when sweaters were thrown lazily over shoulders,
as we walked to the store in jeans
barefoot across
the lonely, gravel roads that somehow you know by heart
to buy candies that we'd never quite enjoy any other time of year
When we went out on a boat, on a lake, neither of us really wanting to move
sitting back, hints of a smile, joy apparent in our eyes
singing to