This skin is my house
I live in it
Only when I can stop finding fault with it
I can come back to it every night in the bathroom mirror and tell myself that
this is comfortable
this is beautiful
this is warm
this is home
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The Way Trees Wait For Spring
PoetryWelcome to The Way Trees Wait For Spring Breathe between your tears and laughters Live through your lessons and memories Enjoy this short temporal moment of a human life
