Porcelain slowly fading to a bright grey. Mentally sanding the cracked edges to fit into a memory sieve. Ink staining and sun bleaching in equal parts, trying rebuild perseverance. The familiar practice of worrying that girl-shaped hole in your heart. Keloids over closing. Waking up on Saturdays to the absentee scent of vanilla musk and sleepy perspiration. Laziness and unhealthiness, conflated under the press of biological hardwiring and complacency.
11:42 a.m. - 2018-04-02
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