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"Ever since you got sick..." were the words
you chose to cut me open with
like unearthing my heart and
lungs before my stomach
dropped through the floor was
more important
than saving
what we
were
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R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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