original poetry
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A poem about what happens when the things we bury refuse to stay buried – and begin asking for a place of their own.
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What if we are not the bodies moving through this world, but the awareness inside them – here simply to witness, feel, and experience?
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Not all famines strike the belly. Some live beneath the ribcage, where marrow aches for what it’s never given.
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