Category: poetry + prose
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the world still spins
i wanted more than anything tocarve a space for myself in yourworld, a sanctuary to rest my heartand warm yours. instead, youcarved a dark and lonely landhollowed out inside my chest,leaving me in fear that the worldwould no longer turn.
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fresh roots
thorns softenstems breakflowers burna garden bed suffocatesyour ashes i will no longer take
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nothing means nothing
in a world where everything means something,is a world where nothing means nothing.