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BreamI remember casting lines with my father Learning patience with the midday sun Our bucket of worms a wriggling chorus Between us. I watched, dry-docked As one by one, each hook shook With a small sacrifice, swallowed. But my stomach sank with every bite Bobbing back to the surface like The last fish, caught limp and pale The weight of it all too heavy for my small hands.Bream
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waywardmy heart is like a leaf caught in the windwayward
when it flies, I can do naught but follow
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Myself Includedoh, if I had secrets to spill, I would whisper them into your pockets and the seams of your clothes and you could keep them there for a short forever unknowing, until stitches come undone and the holes in your favorite shirt begin to whisper endlessly about love and how incredibly scared of it we've all become.Myself Included
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