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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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Coming home to you, I lapse comfortably into our native tongue, eddying in its lilts and lulls, carousing in the famed crescendoes. It will take more than years
to bridge the gap from which the words slip, silken and smooth, waltzing down the hourglass. On flows the tide. We watch together how it beaches on the embankments, its sturdy rhythm perhaps dictated by the familiarity of shared time, shattered, brilliantly sparkling, under the unrelenting glare of today’s sun. Brilliant and broken, as if borne of winecase glass. We toast to our health. I wish that we will live forever. Yet, I am sure that our shared eternities, and the infinite worlds between, shall be interminable. When I open my mouth to speak, and your eyes are not there. Comments are closed.
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