miseries I keep:

seasonal allergies,
pictures of me glowing at seventeen,
dormant addiction,
overwatered plants that are never springing back,
insatiable sugar cravings:
the cavities they take,
the first taste of irreversible loss
(my brothers ashes),
ideas of you glancing towards us,
an infinite well of
faithlessness,
me glancing at you,
and you never turning back. 

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