three birds flashed before my eyes you, me, and elohim what a holy trinity┬áI thought comedic and full of errors we made sure to leave room for tragedy to honor the past that was burning between my fingers as I came home to me now I can really see now I can really see We …

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One balmy Sunday morning sometime in September, I opened my eyes to him. It was then I came to understand the wordless conversation. We talked so many, many times before-but none of that seemed to compute anymore-it was just filler anyway. Our conversations really live in the soft rustle of the sheets while our limbs …

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