haunted

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often

growing up

after a fall

i was told

to let the wounds

be.

that the best

way for their

healing

was their solitude.

that scars could come

but most would

go.

and i would be better.

it is a weird thing.

for i am all grown now.

and i

try

and try

and try

let the wounds be.

and it just doesn’t seem to work anymore

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Matheus Ferrero

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fire

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we were always taught

to be careful of the matches.

always asked

not to stand

too close

to the flames.

always kept

so far

and so wary

of the fire.

so

how

were we meant

to be ready.

for worlds

destined

to burn

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by guille pozzi

heal

they will write

poems

about

healing.

and

smile

in their photographs.

and sometimes

they

will believe it

too

 

© Hudson Biko

miss

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it was close.

the days were the good kind of long.

and the hearts were the good kind of soft.

and the possibility of more.

ran. tart. in the air.

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Annie Spratt

satisfied

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the world has a way.

of giving you. the things.

you are sure. you want.

to let you know. there is

always.

something else.

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Thought Catalog

exuberance

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what about. the chance

of gold. at the end

of rainbows.

of magic. in the

things we understand.

what happens

to that

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Velizar Ivanov