ace of cups
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After sunset, the brave face comes off and loneliness settles beside the cold cup, asking to be felt instead of outrun.
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A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
After sunset, the brave face comes off and loneliness settles beside the cold cup, asking to be felt instead of outrun.
