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So brittle That a single word (or seven) Could pour salt on my opened palms And break My short sense of happiness
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May 9, 2025
May 9, 2025 at 2:50 PM UTC
Fragile
So brittle That a single word (or seven) Could pour salt on my opened palms And break My short sense of happiness
Another late night write. I wanted to get angry. I still do. But I got a poem that I'm happy with (the other one)
#fragile#brittle#words#hurt
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Visiting my grave
May 9, 2025
May 9, 2025 at 2:50 PM UTC
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