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For Russ
Christ
You’d think it would all be
Pretty simple.
This tree will never grow. This bush
Has no branches. No.
I love you. Yet.
I wonder how our mouths will look in twenty-five years
When we say yet.
[Jack Spicer]
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My name is Malorie. I like daydreaming, science, fandom, and the smell of used book stores--honey bees, bicycles, earl grey, and alphabetizing. I don’t like people that say imagination is a waste of time, lousy fountain pen ink, or artificial plant life--spiders, museums, clutter, or the elimination of the oxford comma. Welcome to my world.



![catherinelauren:
//
For Russ
Christ
You’d think it would all be
Pretty simple.
This tree will never grow. This bush
Has no branches. No.
I love you. Yet.
I wonder how our mouths will look in twenty-five years
When we say yet.
[Jack Spicer]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m46ru5akTb1rnc3y3o1_500.jpg)


