afternoon poem. — Bookends (by Ankita S.)

today my words are full of holes i did not know i was digging my sentences sliced in half by invisible walls of silent doubt none of what i say makes full sense anymore because i have not made full sense in so long it seems the last time my words felt as full and […]

via afternoon poem. — Bookends

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