The world comes to me again with my sunlit room. A bird is nestled on the branch outside my window. My troubled-kitten sleep. The ceiling. The pictures in the cracks. My emptiness outside of school.
Yes, divine is this space
for holy are the tears I’ve shed in it.
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Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 3:23 PM UTC
The world comes to me again with my sunlit room. A bird is nestled on the branch outside my window. My troubled-kitten sleep. The ceiling. The pictures in the cracks. My emptiness outside of school.
Yes, divine is this space
for holy are the tears I’ve shed in it.
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