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I always wanted to be more than my brown skin, when you told me I was sweet like cinnamon.

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When I look in the mirror, I don’t see a poem.
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This country collects too many tongues, until our only language is silence.
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I like to trace the ghosts of your fingers on the back of my hand. They read- I don’t know how to hold without you.
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Allow me to introduce myself, A warning and a welcoming all at once.
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How do you mourn the loss of someone who was never yours to begin with?
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I have lived too many lives to be only one thing, and instead of attempting to mesh them into a form of a human being, I have decided to love every jagged edge of mine.
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I pocket grief and it beckons me like a lover.
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Seek refuge in the space between my bones.
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When you kissed me you breathed air into my lifeless soul.
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For once I want to be something that lasts.
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I want to separate writing from heartbreak but I don’t know how.
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Depression is the way my eyes have learnt how to close more than open.
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Close Depression Eyes Learning Myself Sadness
Somewhere in these walls we’re still dancing, feeling nostalgic and much too in my head.
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I don’t like how your embrace feels like comfort till the knife thrust.
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