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We hold hands and pretend at forgetting.

Godt sagt! (1) Varsle

I can't speak. Sorrow is food swallowed too quickly, caught in the throat, making it nearly impossible to breathe.

Godt sagt! (1) Varsle

It stays with me, a bruise in the memory that hurts when I touch it

Godt sagt! (1) Varsle

The way they turn to each other like plants following the sun across the sky. They are each other's light.

Godt sagt! (2) Varsle

[...] and saw me. Saw the walking wound I was, and came to be my balm.

Godt sagt! (2) Varsle

Something in his face was pulled tight, wrong, like underneath his skin he was crisscrossed with tape. Like he would cry.

Godt sagt! (3) Varsle

I like to think I know what death is. I like to think that it's something I could look at straight.

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