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I was raised to whisper what should’ve been wailed
because even mercy has a backbone
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to be ordinary would be the strangest miracle of all
the absurd gospel of wanting less
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the mosquito didn’t ask permission, and neither did the hurt
on growing forward in a backyard full of old ghosts
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we were small and brave once
on the magic we held in our hands
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I was born with my mouth open and my heart spilling out, and I’ve never learned to close either
on the blessing and curse of having too much to give
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inside every life is an if, the question that makes us human
nothing is promised, and everything is possible
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the shiver of belonging to yourself again
the world will insist you're still the same, but you'll know better
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rain is the only memory that refuses to dry
every drop carries the secrets we cannot swallow
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bones in the sky
ghosts have bitten here before us
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maddie rune
maddie rune
fiction, poetry, and personal reflections steeped in southern americana tenderness
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