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(image courtesy of OlgaNovikovaArtist) tonight, a girl, streaming tears she no longer cares to hide remembers the distant shape of a boy she use to know. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ a shape that used to close its weary eyes each night, eyelids seared red from the tireless plucking for long, dark lashes of possibility to place on the back of its hand. lashes positioned oh-so-carefully, with a trembling, nail-bitten finger before the nightly recital begun. ~ ~ ~ ~ "i wish i may..." ... because to wish, is to want. and that shape before, it wanted. ~ ~ ~ "...i wish i might..." ... because to want, is to live. and that shape before, it lived. ~ ~ "...have the wish i wish tonight." ~ lying in the same bed, she repeats its final words: "...i wish... that..." "... ... ..." weeping, wishing, wanting, to want it. to live once more. ~ juni. quotes: Passivity is a kind of sludge we can get stuck in as we wait for real life to start. One of the biggest fallacies of the modern world, made fatal by the Information…

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