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After years of surviving, gentleness feels almost unfamiliar—until love begins to look less like fireworks and more like safety.
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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 years of surviving, gentleness feels almost unfamiliar—until love begins to look less like fireworks and more like safety.
Between Bruises & Blooms 