Breathe in your mouth these words. My eyes want to shut. It is your memory. Too delicate. I am learning not to make a scene. There is no hope. What the heart knows it's not telling us. There is no hope for me. There is no hope for me. There is no hope for me. Shaking loose inside of me. Shaky little bones.

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