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Paint yourself red. Go on, do it, sweet melancholia. You are my bane, but also my nectar. Paint yourself red so I can imagine you differently, imbibe you sweet as you can be. I am laying in my bed waiting for you to return. Lay with me, I am comfortable this way, oh blue one.
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Is it trite to write about New York these days? I suppose.
But no one's ever ran these streets like I have, taken the same steps as me. But humor me and take these exact steps with me because that's what writing is, isn't it, and that's not trite at all, is it.
No one's ever had to tear off covers at two in the morning and run through a city that's had its magic pulled from underneath it, turning it into an unnavigable maze, journeying toward last vestiges of love seeping into the…
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I walked in to our house to see half used candles on the coffee table that smelled like last Christmas. I walked in to our house to see a recliner half reclined from when I sat in it last which I remember because she sat on my lap and rocked back and forth to the sound of two breaths acting as one. I walked in to our house to see the light I had left on burnt out but which still was glossed over from the sunlight allowed entry through the dusty bay window. I walked in to our house to see…
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