The other night we searched for excuses for this not to end, only we didn’t allow ourselves to realize it quite yet.
You wanted to play another episode, but I stopped you from being too eager.
Another episode translated to moving faster and I had to make this last.
You asked for one more, but I couldn’t give in.
If I did, it meant helping this end.
And who could allow that when there was so much to mend,
So much time left to spend.
All that material we have yet to tread;
Impending cleanse.
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Dakota Love Dangler
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Self Preservation
Every time I get hurt, I fold into myself. I bookmark the occasion and set myself reminders, as someone does when they hike a trail they have never ventured. Breadcrumbs, they prevent me from repeating the same mistake or same behavior twice. I will know next time.
By Dakota Love Danglerabout a year ago in Poets
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