closed door
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The same door remains, but the woman behind it no longer mistakes hunger for love or scraps for a meal.
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A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
The same door remains, but the woman behind it no longer mistakes hunger for love or scraps for a meal.
Between Bruises & Blooms 