Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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We sat on a bridge in my hometown, shook off our shoes, swished our skirts. Bare feet on a summer afternoon feel a lot like freedom; something talked about and then forgotten in the discomfort of the day-to-day. We talked about Esther’s figs, how the future seemed so spread out, our choices incomprehensible. We talked about our missing pieces. We were so young. I told you I thought that inside […]

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