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I've read less than I have
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040819
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mon uow
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i have less than i've read.
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050223
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mon uow
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but i have the internet. that's a pretty big library.
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050223
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nr
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you told someone close to us that i'd one day write a novel. i'd never quite planned to, but now i want to because you thought i could and would.
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210814
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nr
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you were such an avid reader that i asked you for recommendations of books you'd enjoyed lately. you said "Anxious People is a quirky, fun book. I'll think of more." whether you did end up thinking of more to tell me, i'll never know. but i still need to get to that one.
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tender_square
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they're all packed, though categorically mixed. (the perfectionist in me shudders.) twenty plus boxes containing billions of words. and at the thrift store today, i bought four more (one novel, one memoir, both already read, and two poetry books i have not).
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230303
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tender_square
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for many months before our break-up, i stared at those shelves mentally cataloguing what was mine and what was his. now, the last box has been unpacked. there is no fullness in my heart; where are the spaces that have been cleared? the four walls of this muscle collapse like the cardboard pile, ready for the road. i am surrounded by unread volumes of love and loss without and within. i am an imposter beneath sallow skin, prizing what would be easily wrecked with water. rejection, rejection, perfection, perfection, you are the enemy of the good.
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230509
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raze
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the dust that speckles their hairlines is a constant reminder of how few of them have been read. a legacy of neglect. it wasn't always like this. i used to be stronger. better able to take on the words of others. the books don't complain. but they must get lonely sometimes.
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240213
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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