What do you beg for when you think no one is listening, when you are alone with your thoughts, when no one can hear you but the moon and the stars?
Sunday, January 7, 2024
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All the grief that swallows us whole is pooling over the edges and bleeding into everything; changing the shape of what it touches.
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