So break that spine. Breathe it over and over. God will heal the things you can't conquer. Flushing that shamed blush from your cheeks.
Older love note.
In Her Frame
voice crunch
hard on the floor
broken for naught
or for that
in hope
soft the whitewash
flush your teeth
blink
for that
I promise
in fear
Wabi. I fear to miss that love I cannot see.
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