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I decided to finally clean up my gallery from pieces I feel no longer represent my writing...
Here goes nothing.
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Apologies in AdvanceThese lines are allApologies in Advance by ~fadingreverie
I leave behind
My boots are already pounding on the sidewalk
To my father
Despite your teaching
I failed to learn loyalty
To my mother
We spoke different languages
I tried to understand
To my brother
I'm not coming home
Not today
Not ever
To my sister
The moment I let go of your hand
My feet tripped on the path
To my lover
The tragedy of it all stands
In the very millisecond
I closed my eyes.
Desperately, I Grab Hold Of Something That (LT)On the day I tried to read UlyssesDesperately, I Grab Hold Of Something That (LT) by ~fadingreverie
my feelings grew and shrank
in tempo with my horrid thoughts
(I couldn't decide what I truly want
in all the banality , in the all the mediocre ways
we hurt others).
You bought this book because I asked you to.
Now I can't read a page without seeing your face...
RibsRibs by ~fadingreverie
Humans have 12 ribs on each side of their ribcage.
I know this because Madame counts ours every week.
Less than 12 and back of the line it is.
Carbs are bad, fats are worse, remember to eat less next time. Someone always cries.
Until today, my record was pristine.
"You have 10 ribs."
Truth is usually uncomfortable. I didn't cry like the others.
At home I went through my father's drawer. I pierced my fingers.
Found it.
It amazes me how sometimes, life just hands you everything you need.
"I see you cut back on the garbage." I've never seen her eat. "Well done".
I'm in the front again.
When they all left, she bent over, adjusti
OddmentDear Mr. Mixed Bag,Oddment by ~fadingreverie
There is a small pile of ash
on my coffee table
a remnant
of your (oh so very) thought filled
morning cigarette
A similar pile
resides downstairs
where I rested my head
on your shoulder
When you stared
into the polluted distance
I found myself caught
in realization
Doubt means possibility
while truth
with its nasty, gravelly voice
forever reminds me
that I miss you too much .
Lazy 
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