#grief
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The static of his mindblew apart the EKG machine. I don’t know what languagefreedom, will be written in on his hospital release papers,or if they will ever be inked again. He was bouncing off the walls today,slamming pads, brick, doorways, and glass. Demons were in his bones, he saidhe was just trying to shake them
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Lipstick kissed cigarette butts blotted memoriesof wine drunk smoke breaks where we pitched possibilities of dreams at the edge of death as you clasped the crags with crooked handsclawing your way from the depths to teach us one last lesson on the laws governing despaircounsel sought when you’ve already passed the end of your rope
Poetry With Hart 