Working on a coming-of-age story in the whilwind of 1960s NY, still a WIP
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I’m bound to you, I’m bound to you, I’m bound… bound by a mute and deaf devotion to you; not a rope but shackles to my hands and around my neck, keeping me like a dying dog on your front porch.
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There’s a pain in me so ancient, I can’t talk about or write out, so I just read it. I read it in Osamu Dazai, I read it in Kahlil Gibran, I read… I hear it like a Roman chant quaking the walls of my heart, like a Greek prophecy handed down, foretold, sealed, and closed, I am alone
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