devouring
huddle inside myself alone. crying tears though not of loneliness still sting. gathering myself to be strong\\but \\ misery clings to everything. demons in every corner. circling…. no where to hide or...
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“sang it sometimes, but never said it.” from beloved by toni morrison some …who have not earned their laughter with agonies immortal… might think of it as funny-strange that to this day i’ve never,...
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c r a s h
self mocked with joy cloaked in the darkness of days marching towards me parcels of agony left on my doorsteps should i be glad i get packages at all or angry that they are full of splinters and paper...
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