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If you’re weak, crawl into me. Promise me this: we will never melt away, not even when the snow gives up and our past pushes up daises that wind around our ankles. I have been weak; let me remember you. Allow me this: we will never forget, not even when the mushrooms recycle our bodies. If you’re weak, hold onto me. Remedy this: I found evidence of sunshine, even though we ignored the windows. I have been weak; sing to me. Ruin this: I heard you whispering through the telephone after the power lines collapsed.

Created: Apr 22, 2012


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