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I wish I could sleep the way I see those delicate leaves do when they fall so gently to the ground to rest on whatever worse place they may go,
but I know that sleep is my worst place because it's worse than the empty space of wherever I am now and better than where I want to be
-ch
happy holidays, may your hearts be filled with an unceasing peace and unrelenting joy
YOU ARE READING
carpe diem
Poésiebrought to you from the far corners, shallow pools, and desperate depths of my mind complete
