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they have my heart in a chokehold. their rough hands mold it into shape while I am in a deep, deep slumber. my eyes are greeted by the sun. the white-hot pain in my chest knocks the wind out of me. when silence is thick, I sculpt my heart back into its lovely, imperfect shape, and I let it lead the way forward.
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Feb 18, 2022
Feb 18, 2022 at 9:12 PM UTC
following my heart.
they have my heart in a chokehold. their rough hands mold it into shape while I am in a deep, deep slumber. my eyes are greeted by the sun. the white-hot pain in my chest knocks the wind out of me. when silence is thick, I sculpt my heart back into its lovely, imperfect shape, and I let it lead the way forward.
I know it's been a while! I have been busy...and coping with writer's block. I'm glad to be back, and I started a new poetry IG. Feel free to follow me if you like! My handle is @musingsbyma
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Feb 18, 2022
Feb 18, 2022 at 9:12 PM UTC
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