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Jan 2021
I remember everything
between walls and doorways,
every picture hung on small nails,
every breath we took
shoulder to shoulder close

the echo of footsteps
heartbeats
quiet dances
the happy flowers in our hands

the labour and the leisure
of every day I've ever known

PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
November 10, 2020
PorcelainTears
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