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- small poem sunday for mothers fold clothes. kiss foreheads and fingertips in atonement. don’t take any i love you for granted. #smallpoemsunday @tomsnarsky.bsky.social
- when love is like a word you can’t remember what’s that thing called-- the light coming back slow after an #eclipse. #vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social @uropoet.bsky.social
- i used to think leaving stings the skin. but now i say— it’s more like the memory of a #scar. something to remind you that despite the forces that will try to stop you— you’ve survived. #vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social @uropoet.bsky.social