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Shadows
The one time I wrote a love poem it was to a dead man who, when he was alive, had taught me how to see behind my own words for shadows, shadows, which, more often than not, contained stories I was ashamed to tell myself, but really wanted to hear, since some more unconscious part […]
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The Spotlight
I didn’t know I always needed to be the center of attention, the way the center of a circle doesn’t know it needs the circle in order to be a center. I realized this tonight after asking myself why it is I’m always so attracted to fashion model types, and an insight came down the […]
the real subject is always you 