I am shedding memories like hair.
I am walking away from the altar of grief.
I am ripping a beginning out of November's mouth.
I am dying on no one's cross.
I am learning how to smile with teeth.
I am learning how to not disappear.
I am falling in love with my life.
I am falling in love with my life.
I am alive and terrible
and one day,
I will be terribly alive.
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eating the moon
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