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Fine China

I think for a moment there I forgot what it felt like to be loved To be something vulnerable, fragile To feel delicate Something, someone worthy of attention Worth time


Tell my old poems of my new life. Tell them I miss them. Tell my old poems I’ve been working, struggling, creating a lot more like them. Tell them I’m

After The Pain.

What comes after pain ? What happens after the apologies ? What do I do with this unhandled energy All the memories I cannot erase All the scars that don’t

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