on auxiliary thought
it doesn’t seem
as if life can get
too heavy but
my bones no longer
care to witness
the simple matter
that is before me
time is lost but like
my bones it prefers
to be in limbo and
time, she knows distance
is for my own good
apart from some golden
days and some hours
made of lead i can stand
up and smile at Pluto
my fourth grade friend
on the yard where
riddles stood for rites of passage
words less spoken 
I like the trust you feel in Pluto your forth grade friend. I, too, have such trusted spaces.
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i believe that when people of all ages are triggered to survive, not just survive in the flesh, but also the soul and the spirit we naturally and intuitively look to something greater than us for comfort or at times guidance. it took me a while to figure out that as a kid this is what i was doing. Thanks for your feedback Violet and for reading 🙂
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Thank you for sharing your soul with us as it is quite beautiful! ❤
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Thank you for reading!
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heart wrenching.
And the ending!
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I was reaching back trying to find a wide for confusion at a young age. It felt like I was always trying to figure out what was going on with those in charge. It felt like riddles. Thanks so much for reading 🙂
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My pleasure!
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