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brick
it was sitting alone in the middle of the street, causing cars to swerve slightly to get around. just one brick, not matching any of the houses in the area. it looked deliberately placed, but why would someone leave a brick in the middle of the road? in any other neighbourhood this would have raised suspicion, but on Birchwood street it was just one of many strange occurrences in the past week.
intense
this feeling like something i've never had before, every feeling is more than i thought possible. it's not just love that's intensified, but hurt and pain and jealousy and happiness too. it's all i have right now.
clover
I feel like the luckiest I'm ever going to be. Everything has fallen into place, and though nothing is perfect, that is why it's so good. I don't need a four-leaf clover, my luck grew into my hands and I refuse to let it go.
chorus
a chorus of yes, please, more, more, more. it grew louder, don't stop now, building to the highest peak until one word rang out above it all:
trailer
we have a trailer missing from the side of our house. it sits there almost all summer long, filled with musty air that marks each camping excursion. the cushions are well worn and the beds soft and lumpy, making it perfect for days spent by the lake and under the stars.
intersection
an intersection of lives, crossing right through the middle. even though they continue on in separate ways, their mark has been left on each others' past. in straight lines they will never meet again, unless something throws them drastically off path.
puzzled
like the puzzle lying flat on the table, still left with gaping holes waiting to be filled. missing pieces leave blank spaces, and everything is disconnected from itself.