for an empty page is the white flag of their surrender.
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i go to cry and each tear turns / to steam.
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as a whisper out of range /
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permeates everything.
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Everything is not all right.
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Between the emotion / and the response / Falls the Shadow
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or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
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The rest of the world romanticizes it, wants to know how to attain it without suffering.
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the time is always now.
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Even if Substack did not.
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The more we—our lives, our choices, the defaults we are granted—reflect the status quo, the less time we are called upon to spend explaining and defend…
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You have to move your feet.
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