make a tent of this bed a tear rolling on the pillow this place of a thousand rolled tears and the feeling is the same We all look from this place and not from another never fully know or be known words tangled and tripped on the floor listen deeper ,breath sit in this empty…
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Walking whilst unraveling. shrink to fit, shrink to fit. There are a million tiny little ways that I catch myself shrinking to fit. In the omission of words that define my boundaries or that ” I love you ” that goes unsaid. I feel guarded right now, like when I decided to close the door…
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Do you have a space of your own? a room of your own or even a desk? somewhere you can lay your heart open wide on the table and go and get a cup of tea and have it still be there, sitting, unnoticed by others on your return. A place that would bring about…
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