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Where the Sun and Moon Meet Again: A Poem of Hope & Misery
When In Mourning – by Maxwell There are nights where grief does not arrive softly. It kicks the door open. Sits heavy in your ribs. Breathes smoke into your lungs until even breathing feels borrowed. And here I am again, curled beneath a ceiling that does not know my name, asking questions the dark never…
Brave in Bloom 