it's time for me to be embedded
into the dark
it's time to kneel at night's altar
quieten thoughts
to swallow answers into silence
and survive
for I'm too wild for sleep to be
anything pure
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I guess I'm at that stage where I'm telling random people that my mom died. As I was checking in my luggage at the airport, the de...
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This is beautiful, Maya.
It felt unfinished.. so extra thanks for your vote, Nicole!
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