We've gotten accustomed to pain.
Layers and layers of it.
We are all hurting
In more ways than one.
The thing about pain is,
It will never allow itself to be measured.
What aches, keeps on aching.
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An Anamnesis Of Spring √
PoetryI do not blame the rain for my tears. - Complete YT Spring Book Awards 2021 winner #33 in poems 3.22.21 #25 in poetry 12.10.22
