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Eight: Extremities armed for the call of the wild; the hunter marches.
Seven: Strings fanning into the damp corners of cardboard castles.
On the day my sibling chose the rope
A woman came to the door
After dad cut him down
I listened to his chest
There was no beat
I love resolutions But not just any kind It’s not that I’m picky But there’s one in particular That induces beautiful heart palpitations And the grooviest finger spasms Don’t misunderstand I’m not a masochist Rather, I’d like to think o
Problems
Modern questions
Things for solving
Some quandaries for unwinding
Queries
Puzzles
Of everything
High-five!
Five o'clock news
Five best friends
Five...
The fifth month
The month that six best friends became...
Five
This is Kiersten's month--
Her life ended this month.
When I first found out,
There was a monster under my bed,
There wasn't a doubt,
I was scared half to death.
I tried counting sheep,
And counting to ten.
I was still losing sleep,
