finally
I found someone
where I can feel their wrists
and feel some warmth
and not have to ask
what the hell
happened
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My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
wrists
finally
I found someone
where I can feel their wrists
and feel some warmth
and not have to ask
what the hell
happened
