I didn't take the dishes. The furniture. The food. The kitchen. I couldn't. The only thing I refused to leave behind was myself. That took everything.
A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
I didn't take the dishes. The furniture. The food. The kitchen. I couldn't. The only thing I refused to leave behind was myself. That took everything.
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