Don’t look for me
in the obvious places
the photographs on our wall
the stories I tell
the folded shape of me
at my desk
hunt down
the buried me
find her
and tell me all about her
a life
uncategorized
between the moments.
Don’t look for me
in the obvious places
the photographs on our wall
the stories I tell
the folded shape of me
at my desk
hunt down
the buried me
find her
and tell me all about her
a life
uncategorized
between the moments.
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