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I’m from a state that houses too many cornfields and a town that no one takes seriously- in a home where glass cuts hurt less than deeply wounded words.

Hannah Pearl

The moon may bring peace, but the sun, she offers resilience.
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Moon Offering Peace Sun
I hide behind olive branches. So afraid of others knowing what lay beneath the broken rifle. The reality hitting the pavement like bullets that stem from war.
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Afraid Break Hide Reality War
If y’all like spooky season just examine my brain. It’s plastered across this page on display.
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Display Examination Myself Season
Remember me in burnt coffee mornings, warm hugs, fresh sunday snow. Know that you loved me too cautiously.
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Hug Love Morning Myself Remember Warm
Indigo child, you hid secret under graves, picked at the lamb stuck between teeth, felt around for monsters we once reaped. But the monster turned out to be free.
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Children Freedom Grace Hide Monster Secret
Your promises shatter like glass. Sliced nerves for every lie that travels from your tongue.
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Promise Tongue Travel Yourself
You have always been enough. Allow yourself to finally feel it.
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Enough Feeling Self Love Yourself
I’m used to falling, calling out timber right before the impact.
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Call Fall Impact Myself Right
My god is a moment, a whimsical idea, a whisper. A hope bending itself into a prayer.
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God Hope Moments Myself Prayer
Caution! This vehicle stops quite frequently when overwhelmed.
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Anxiety Feeling Quite Stop
It’s time for me to dust off this weary heart so that I may open it to one whose only open to me. You’re going to miss me when I’m gone and it’ll be too late.
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Heart Late Missing Open Time Yourself
You are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.
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Alive Apology Feeling Worth Yourself
I waited, quietly listened, cupped my ear to your mouth, but silence echoed grievously in the absence of sound. It was only warm breath and then emptiness.
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Breathe Empty Grief Listening Myself Quiet Silence Sound Wait
Love is believable. I reckon I’ll just see it when I see it.
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Believe Love Myself See
Needle in a haystack, a small town on a roadmap, searching for you through the abstract- how incredibly hard to find.
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Find Hard Incredible Map Road Small Yourself
It wasn’t enough fading under surfaces, below waves, swollen pufferfish retracting this inflated love that not even you could believe in.
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Believe Enough Fade Love Yourself

I’m from a state that houses too many cornfields and a town that no one takes seriously- in a home where glass cuts hurt less than deeply wounded words.

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