Single Life #8: The Capacity for True Love Expires at Age 25 | Amy Groshek At some point I quit trying to do good and tried only not to do damage. For every candle I’d lit, every flower I’d opened, there lay something dead behind me. There is killing in all things, I’d heard them say, especially love, so I was terrified. Out some window then slipped my hope: dirty captive bird taking back the perfect sky. And all these years this cage kept just for her. With her the candles and blossoms that covered the smell of the dead. I was lighter then, or heavier. How she flies.  read about the author Contributors.htmlshapeimage_2_link_0
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