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At one in the morning, an old house keeps watch while the rest of the world sleeps and every dark window seems to stare back.
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A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
At one in the morning, an old house keeps watch while the rest of the world sleeps and every dark window seems to stare back.
Between Bruises & Blooms 