I wish to fold my skin and bones small enough
to fit my subtlest sigh
to be held,
in solace,
by all the breaths I've been holding.
Status: Dragged bones to New Year's Eve
Jan 5, 2022
Jan 5, 2022 at 1:22 AM UTC
I wish to fold my skin and bones small enough
to fit my subtlest sigh
to be held,
in solace,
by all the breaths I've been holding.
Status: Dragged bones to New Year's Eve
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