fate
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If timing were somewhere they could meet, perhaps there would be a version of them that never had to keep saying goodbye.
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A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
If timing were somewhere they could meet, perhaps there would be a version of them that never had to keep saying goodbye.
Between Bruises & Blooms 