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Feb 23
It doesn't stay neat—
nothing does.
Not the room.
Not the mind.
Not the feelings
I have for you.

I spill everything out—
ink, blood, tears—
whatever I hold
too tight.

Even the rain
trips over itself
but you call it
beautiful—
you always do.
November After Dark
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November After Dark
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