turning thirty one
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On the final night of thirty, I lay down what hurt, honor what carried me, and open the door to thirty-one.
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A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
On the final night of thirty, I lay down what hurt, honor what carried me, and open the door to thirty-one.
