instead of letting
the salt in your wounds
seep into your soul
you're one to take life
with a grain of sugar
and feed even your enemies
'till they are full
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the woman who raised me taught me not to quiver when the ground shakes beneath my feet, but collect the fallen fruits and bake a fresh apple pie."
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Spilled Moonlight
Poetry"I took a swig of moonlight and swayed with the stars" A collection of poems, short letters, and quotes. Delicately laced with stardust and woven together in the hours of the moon. Each differently sculpted, for the moon's silver drops had someth...
