I don’t flaunt it—
but every morning, I touch it,
deep beneath my ribs.
W I S E • W I L D • W I T C H
marți, 17 iunie 2025
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I don’t carry pain like a designer bag.
I don’t flaunt it—
but every morning, I touch it,
deep beneath my ribs.
I don’t flaunt it—
but every morning, I touch it,
deep beneath my ribs.
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