Somewhere like
a clearing in a forest,
a box in a bedroom closet,
that triangular room under the basement stairs,
up the sleeve of your homemade dress
Messages
bones
secret loves
old kleenex
The things we hide
the things we save
the secrets and secret spaces
somewhere, scattered carefully
throughout our hidden lives.
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I love words. I love putting them together and seeing what happens. They are my soul on paper. Through them, I hope to discover truth, create beauty, and inspire change.
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