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Apr 2020
my love is too big for you.
it’s no ones fault
it’s our blessing.
a challenge, to love myself
when your hands aren’t there to receive.
and an omen for you to see
how lovable you are.

we’re not for each other
but for this reason
we met each other
maybe we even loved each other
as we are called to love ourselves
Negra
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Negra  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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