Affirm and say.
Such strange words.
As if truth
can only exist
after someone
raises a hand.
As if memory
must swear an oath
before it deserves
to be believed.
A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
Affirm and say.
Such strange words.
As if truth
can only exist
after someone
raises a hand.
As if memory
must swear an oath
before it deserves
to be believed.
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