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it takes all my strength not to dig you up from the ground in which you lay  

The truth.

He is more real to me than anything I’ve ever known. There is no substitute for remarkable forehead kisses, no replacement bus services for our skin by another. We get stuck in traffic behind red lights and hope our connection doesn’t rupture. Despite the fact, I try to sever the wires between my brain and other organs. They hold strong and keep me a mess. A riddle of my past. Within my mute bones lie all the memories of him.