I collect spare change from the couches of
yesterday and people I haven’t met yet,
going without food and dreams for days because
I can live off of the way you light up my
bones and breathe life into my absent smile,
but your time will always be too rich for my blood.
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C. Brown has a love for dogs, poetry, science fiction, and travel, in that order. She self-published her first book, I Created Galaxies for You, in 2016. She blogs frequently at www.breathingthewords.com and has an active Twitter account at @WriteCBrown. At any given time, she has at least two writing projects in the works.
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