“What did I do
to deserve this?”
You answered
in a single word.
Nothing.
One word.
One truth.
One answer
that arrived
years too late.
A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
“What did I do
to deserve this?”
You answered
in a single word.
Nothing.
One word.
One truth.
One answer
that arrived
years too late.
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