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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A poem about projection, conditioning, kindness, and the strange contradictions of being human. A dark-feminine dissection of what shapes us — and what we refuse to see.
A reminder—for myself as much as anyone—that we are not separate, not broken, and not alone… just temporarily forgetting what we already know.
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