though we die a thousand times
I can feel my heart used as a rattle
right before I start our lullaby
We're at once uncertain of tenderness
yet totally convinced of its ending
bitterly tracing all my sentences
to revolt, recovery, everything
I can't believe it has been a week (since my fam arrived, since SLE died... how is life so unrelentingly incessant?). My sister and I to...
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