perhaps every unheard cry every fall is an invitation to heal and to love in greater capacity.
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See AllI have learned to love you from afar. I have learned to love you as you clutch another's arm. It's easy because I...
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Your hands are red, And there’s a knife in my back. Blood shed by blood, A war within a home. What is it about my...
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One of my goals for the year has been to share more of my poetry. Interlinked with that goal has been a project to originally write poems...
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