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This is my body. It is no one's but mine.

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Andrea Gibson
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: August 13
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Calais
Maine
Andrew Gibson
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I’ve written this poem before but always through a window, never through an open door.
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Everything but I LOVE YOU is small talk.
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Right now there’s a man on the street outside my door with outstretched hands full of heartbeats no one can hear. He has cheeks like torn sheet music every tear-broken crescendo falling on deaf ears. At his side there’s a boy with eyes like an anthem no one stands up for.
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In your arms I forget what the yarn knows of sweaters. I forget how to hold myself together. So if I unfold now like a love letter tell me you'll write back soon. Tell me you'll still come untethered.
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But whatever However Whenever this ends I want you to know That right now I love you forever
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We're boxed in and labeled before we're ever able to speak who we believe we are or who we dream we'll become.
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and I wonder if Beethoven held his breath the first time his fingers touched the keys the same way a soldier holds his breath the first time his finger clicks the trigger. We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.
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I have never met a heavy heart that wasn’t a phone booth with a red cape inside Some people will never understand the kind of superpower it takes for some people to just walk outside Some days I know my smile looks like the gutter of a falling house But my hands are always holding tight to the ripchord of believing
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I am wrong more often than i am writing and even then i am often wrong
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The holy have done more damage to this world than the devil ever could.
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And we were Banksy on an overpass in New Orleans spray-painting porch lights on the hurricane. We were welcome mats for the un-forgiven. We never sold our windpipes to make a living. We were the letters sent to the wrong address, but opened anyway. We opened anyway.
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If you’re handing out flashlights in the dark, start handing out stars.
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So guess what, if I ever have my own team I am picking everyone first even the worst kid and the kid with the stutter like a skipping record 'cause I know all of us are scratched, even if you can't hear it when we speak.
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Someday we will dare to trade good for true
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I'm good at loving books. I'm good at loving soft bed sheets. I'm good at loving coffees and teas. I am good at loving things that can't love me back, that don't have the power to leave. And maybe, that's why I love them.
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How many wars will it take us to learn that only the dead return?
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Touch me ‘til my ribs become piano keys, ‘til there is sheet music scrolled across the inside of my lungs.
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she's wondering how many women are walking around this world feeling the tingling of their amputated wings remembering what it was to fly to sing
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Sometimes the most healing thing to do is remind ourselves over and over and over, other people feel this too.
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If love did not exist, I would be so goddamn sane.
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