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Showing posts with label contemplative. Show all posts
Showing posts with label contemplative. Show all posts
leaving the windows open.
by blaze edwards
No one
ever told me it would be so hard, choosing.
I sit at
my computer, a throne of possibilities, Sia gently singing me into bliss. I was
feigning indifference.
High
school. The warm blanket that your grandma knitted, so comfortable, slightly
mismatched and slightly scratchy, but familiar.
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