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Vacancy

Even when you want to know, you know you can't handle it. Sometimes this thing, this organ, all it wants is to be heard. This longing. "Why?" It asks, "Why? Why can't I have what they have? What do they have that I don't?" Sometimes this thing, this organ, it demands to be heard. There's a battle going on in there. An ongoing...

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Still You

"See, the 17 year old girl in me fell in love with your silent eyes. I imagine they looked the same when you were convinced of your own brokenness. I imagine your lashes wrote anthologies every time they kissed your cheeks; maybe that's why I heard a century of voices in your quiet. Every unspoken part of you sang symphonies when we touched...

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