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you play these dangerous games with yourself
and sometimes when you hold your bones so delicate
it's as if you know mine are breaking
i stepped over the cliff and
fell shattered on to your chessboard
and you were so careful as you moved me into place
so clever, a charming man skipping his summer stones
buried his limbs in the black soil
i was always you pawn
but i am just a stranger and
as incapable now as i was at 14
i don't mind that my words
bounce off your porcelain skull
yours only buried themselves
in my skin when i needed to remember how to be
okay
and sometimes when you hold your bones so delicate
it's as if you know mine are breaking
i stepped over the cliff and
fell shattered on to your chessboard
and you were so careful as you moved me into place
so clever, a charming man skipping his summer stones
buried his limbs in the black soil
i was always you pawn
but i am just a stranger and
as incapable now as i was at 14
i don't mind that my words
bounce off your porcelain skull
yours only buried themselves
in my skin when i needed to remember how to be
okay
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The line read:
"Fallow your heart",
I wondered what more there was to say.
Fallow your heart, leave it
empty and waiting for a season
so love can grow, nourished,
in a replenished, whole ground.
Fallow your heart so it does not become
Worn and barren with overuse.
The line read "fallow your heart",
but the poem, overworked,
meant only "follow".
Please remember that spelling counts.
Literature
Fire and Water
It was raining in Lancaster on September 3rd 1555, and Jane Ask loved the earthy smell that it coaxed out of the soil.
She wiped away the sheen of rainwater from her forehead with the back of her hand and set her small basket of nettles down by the front door. Later she would dry out the leaves and reduce them to a powder; the substance worked wonders on small wounds which refused to stop bleeding.
Jane had always been something of an herbalist. Growing up with only a father, and two older brothers from his first marriage, she had spent the majority of her childhood outdoors. Now practically a spinster at the age of twenty-two, she knew the
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Today I thought about that tree in your backyard.
And how we used to climb it to get on the roof of ur garage.
We had some good times.
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I havent been u
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Something about this piece just made my bones ache, in a longing way.
You use your words so well, lovely!
You use your words so well, lovely!