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‘Swimming lessons’
not sure if we should call this swimming or drowning.
bracing
learning to stand
straight from my journal
poem for the heavy days
sleeping with your eyes open
most days I sleep until noon- a small collection
thorns
flowers for a twenty year old
poem for the worried
Doubt is an old friend.
jul 26th
