When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder.
Everything moved me.
A dog following a stranger, that made me feel so much.
A calender that showed the wrong month.
I could've cried over it.
I did.
Where the smoke from a chimney ended.
How an overtuned bottle rested at the edge of a table.
I spent my life learning to feel less.


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