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a collection of poems, reflections, moments, and words from rehearsals...always in collaboration with one another 

would it be so bad if...would anyone notice if...people are always staring at...what’s the goal of that? how close can two hands be until...how far away is too far away from...I might...he might...I don’t think I...that’s ok...two people walking towards...walking away from...walking through…? maybe one day they…………….they don't………...okay…still regretting when...is this too small for...okay…

I told her I wanted to...it didn’t feel...maybe it wasn’t my...I dreamed of a time...it feels almost right...the hardest times were...I kept going and...she saved me from...I was called to...I showed up there...it read “keep going”...so I...maybe found a time...it was a time...a place when she...destiny was…

*inhale*

I try to but...you don’t see it but...I don’t see it but...you try to but...the room is spacious but...the eyes are...running away because...remembering why because...regret rising but...my excuses can’t see to...I still want to...I still question because...do you still wonder about...how could I have...should I have...I tried to but...you didn’t...I didn’t...you tried to but…

*exhale*

I remember I told. afterwards you. I thought that. later we. I wanted to. thanks. I didn’t think. I really believed. we both knew. we stopped. I was. I continued. lost. my mom and I. we said. you were. I told you. we talked about. you changed. I hoped that. I didn’t know. we both got. we couldn't let. sometimes I. I also question. do you think that. everyone told me to. do you still. I never imagined. if you only. I remember I. I decided to not. I think that. then I pulled. you knew. you didn’t.

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catching, falling, releasing, questioning, being, being in, being out, being in and out of, a catch and a release, i am well when it is well, I am always a part of something because I am a part of myself, I am myself, I am always myself even when I am not myself, I am my past selves and future selves and layers of cocoons shed and shedding.

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