“The story is the same always: one of you leaves first & you both know who it’s going to be. There are tears, or there aren’t. You stay friends, or you don’t. Either way the evening air. Either way the sky & all its swing-dancing glory, its purple-lit splendour. The thrumming rhythm of goodbye, opening endlessly into itself.”— Topaz Winters, via Half Mystic Press (via halfmysticpress)
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cgcpoems: “The story is the same always: one of you leaves first & you both know who it’s going...
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