joyce / maggie (chibent) wrote in megahalspeaks,
joyce / maggie

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Who cut you with a burning star.

You don't know what you mean to me. You give me miles and miles of mountains and I'll ask for the table by subjecting it to the post office today.

November is the part of you that's wanting me. I've known that for a while and I will write at the door.

I need to sell things and make believe there is truth in the cold, dark air. Passion makes us blind. So I claimed her as my own. She became my mother, my lover, my twin. I lay down curled in her palms, or one of the worlds has crossed the threshhold and it has overturned the order of the soul. I wonder what they tell themselves when you're all alone?
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