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

Andrea Gibson

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Andrea Gibson
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: August 13
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Calais
Maine
Andrew Gibson
Body
Mines
Mine

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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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Everything but I LOVE YOU is small talk.
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I know a thousand things louder than a soldier's gun I know the heartbeat of his mother.
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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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I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousand separate heavens for all of my flying parts
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I thought, The flowers, save the flowers... I never thought for a second we wouldn't save the people
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We have to create it is the only thing louder than destruction.
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I know you think this world is too dark to even dream in color, but I’ve seen flowers bloom at midnight. I’ve seen kites fly in gray skies and they were real close to looking like the sunrise, and sometime it takes the most wounded wings the most broken things to notice how strong the breeze is, how precious the flight.
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Do you know they found land mines in woman's souls.
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Know you belong here. You belong here and everything you feel is okay.
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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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We were all born on days when too many people died in terrible ways, but you still have to call it a birthday.
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I am wrong more often than i am writing and even then i am often wrong
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If a tree fell in the forest, and you were the only one there to hear it if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound, would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist, or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness?
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