turning up…

turning up I am not anyone’s cohabitant. Or some category definition. You forgot crack is a result of bend. Knowledgeable of what can’t be undone. Exposing my side of invisible. When pain transitions to laughter. Over. Walking away with a glass that’s half full. The worst part about it is you concur. Heartbeats stopped. Dropped. Kicked across cold floor tiles. And I heard my own voice for the first time. Without concern over passing your...
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