Tag Archives: Life and death


for all who lay around me withered, and lost to those who once knew who they were, and now barely remember for all the moments captured in the roots of trees hidden, and growing away below thick trunks, that have … Continue reading

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‚Äč How do you know that you are alive And not the spirit of a nomad woman Driving you to restlesness Pushing you outside the gates? How do you know these scars are yours And not the injuries of a … Continue reading

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