Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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The Anatomy of Longing

When he looks inside, the doctor says, You’re fine, save for a few loose parts even he can’t name. That might be why I feel so hollowed out when he tells me Breathe, and then, Again, and I admit to myself, if not to him, I know this feeling from before, a time I was young and hollowed out for sure. He says, Medicine has no name for this, but […]

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