the last five days I've spent destructing my histories: fashion a school dropout; almost a housewife; daughter, sister, lost friend. haunting streets I used to know, I find less and less worth holding onto but this right now.
I sit, drink coffee, smoke cigarettes; Seattle has changed, I have too.
love's ability to slip into forgotten cracks feeds my bones and sunsets awaken my yearning for fingers on skin.
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