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from Things I Wrote Before I Died

What I hoped was cancer in my spine grew every time you started a sentence with The weather. It wasn’t cancer, though, that would’ve been too easy. It’s hard to admit that it’s taken three decades to realize that convenience is … Continue reading

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from Things I Wrote Before I Died

You were wearing the green dress and that was why I tied a concrete block around my leg and jumped. It was a Thursday and this is where I’m supposed to say this isn’t your fault (me at the bottom … Continue reading

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