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Lovey-dovey blerbWhen I'm close to her, my voice leaves me, and flees to the land of other lost voices, the ones love and affection have repelled away to come back at a later date. Conscious thought becomes the incoherent ramblings of what I'm trying to say. All of a sudden my intellectual vocabulary turns to drabble, and my mind goes to mush. My face reddens, as do my ears. I feel hot, and then cold again. Then of course, each time she speaks, it all rolls through again for a second round. My fingers suddenly feel compelled to grab at my tuque. It's almost as if I squeeze the fabric hard enough, my sense of calmness I had just a second ago may comMore Like This
Happy BirthdayWhen I breathe into the empty blue morning, my breath fogs up in the too-cold-for-this-time-of-year air and I wish I could pull it back into me. I'm not quite awake and not quite asleep, but I'm conscious of the day and the time and the rain that prickles my face through the open screen window. I wish you a quiet happy birthday under my breath because I might have lost the right to make you happy, but I'll still wish it forever.More Like This
Your name on my lips hurts and it's a struggle to move the air past my vocal cords in a way that will actually produce sound instead of a whisper. I keep you so close to my heart that every time it beats it touches y
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