“I tried to write poems about your leaving before you left me because I was scared; now I write them because I don’t know what else to do in your absence.”— Trista Mateer (”We Both Know What It Is”, The Dogs I Have Kissed)
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the things i think
the things i do
cold daggered hands close in
on my mind
just as they close in
on my skin
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do you still care about me?
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do you still love me?
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