I grieve the men
I mistook for one another and the mistakes I mistook for men.
I grieve the bodies I thought beneath me and the body I became.
I grieve the dawns I killed and the days I slept through. I grieve
the sweat I left behind like a shadow. I grieve every name I called out
in the dark. I grieve that I never, not once, called out my own.
— Saeed Jones, from "Grief #346," Alive at the End of the World
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Oh, we said we were never leaving
Still chasing the same old feeling
Hold on 'cause I still believe
I'll find you here time and time again
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Two dogs tethered inside, my heart a fighter
See who I am in the lion’s den
Of myself against myself, against them
Try to trust the living or the dead
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DUCKIE BROWN SPRING 2023 MW
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