nothing belongs here—
to us even silence comes
full of love and pain
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nothing belongs here—
to us even silence comes
full of love and pain
You’re a person of poetry it walks within you, inhabiting your soul♡
In a way so are we all, on some unrealized, and other by other means and mediums
True. One persons wordage is anothers solicitude or marathon or strong arms. That concept you described would make an amazing poem don’t you think?
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