take it,
all the sickness
from my bones
and the love, too,
our meeting without fate
but written all the same.
give it,
your laughter
every lie from your lips
is only tumeric in milk
I am selfish
so give me again
my dreams
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Shy Anger
PoetryA collection of poems digging into the emotions and experiences that we sometimes try to hide - from love to anxiety to anger and disappointment.
