In the stars scattered across his skin,
I trace constellations and masterpieces,
I write history and the future,
I find my will to live and to love,
I find him,
Written in a blanket of patterns,
That I can't help but get lost in.
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Growing Out My Hair Again
PoetryA poetry book for people recovering from trauma, for survivors, lovers, and people who aren't sure about their place in the world.
