by Amanda Deo
I smoke gently on your chest. We were careful not to wake the kids & goodbye with a handshake & my skeleton is trapped with your universe inside. I grew up in the living room & hatched during the delivery of us but no one cared.
Your heart sounds like spokes. Isn't breaking. Not at all.
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Parting is such sweet sorrow. For some.
Very powerful words.
Nothing wasted. Enjoyed this read.
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