4:10a.m.
with soft hands i press into her round face and i squeeze and pull gently because i know how much it hurt her
and i gently hold her forehead against my lips and intertwine her tiny fingers with my own
i tell her the one thing that matters, "you are not responsible for how you are perceived by others"
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YOU ARE READING
it's 5 a.m. now
Poesíaa taste of everything that has made life a little more bitter and on rare occasions; a little sweeter | just an informal way to get thoughts out, i guess
