Dear you,

Dear Patience,
There is nothing left inside me but alarm 
clocks and horror movies.

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Dear Home-Ownership,
I’ve got ziplocks full of rotten passion 
decaying on the shelves of my refrigerator.

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Dear Boundaries,
I dream in plastic wrap and live in a bomb shelter. 
I finally found the “off” switch on my phone.

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Dear Adulthood,
I’ve grown older than the tooth fairy.
Unfortunately less fortunate in the bone and gold department.

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