October is upon us.


PossibleDear girl,Possible
It's been so long since I've seen you. When we were in love, we were just kids. It wasn't anything then, or it was but now it doesn't seem like anything. We were off and on for so long, I guess you were just my type. But I guess we both changed and we're both different and we're both different types now. Even if we knew each other still, maybe we'd fall apart. We were always slowly falling apart. I never did anything to hurt you on purpose.
It's really strange, the way things happen. If one thing had happened differently then everything would be different. A chance makes a life, and that's overwhelming. &n


lovers into monstersare we even human she screams and when I just look at her she yells well and I just say yes yes of course I mean of course were human she doesnt say anything she just opens her mouth and screams what else would we be she screams again and swipes everything off of her desk the old papers the plastic cups the pens she screams monsters fucking monsterslovers into monsters


for the second timeDear Girl,for the second time
We were in the street before you had to leave and you were still dressed up from our reunion dinner in that dress and those big black boots that you loved. Your hair was choppy and I loved the way the mohawk made you look. You were taller than when you'd left the first time, maybe even taller than me.
You straightened my tie and I wrapped my arms around you and you hugged me back. Your arms were around my neck like we were dancing and I could feel that quiet sadness. "I'm not going to wait a year this time," you said. "I'm going to be back soon."
"Maybe I can go up and see you in the winter, a
| I write down the opening lines type them and re type them and then print them out on separate pieces of paper one for each repeated set of words I let them cover my floor like snow like the beginning of every winter |
xo!
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But I often wondered just how deep I could
Sink my teeth into that crease on your arm
The place where all the good times,
They grow and grow.
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rosin your bow, sing your scales
do your lunges
we're going
field-
dancing
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rosin your bow, sing your scales
do your lunges
we're going
field-
dancing
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