Some nights
Dear Dee
I get it now. Some nights are a ticking time bomb; You have to keep living. It’s part of the requirements.
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Dear Dee
I get it now. Some nights are a ticking time bomb; You have to keep living. It’s part of the requirements.
Today, I stretched all the way to the door and thought I would leave. My arms held me tight but I was also reaching out. From the outside in, from the inside roaming in the clouds. When you look up an
I am standing still. The sky swoon Over my glaring soul. The moon in angst Over a lover who fell On my shoulders. Everything, pressing On me to move. Put the stars back In their place. Configure the c