they’re flying
into th hands of
strangers, bold
and remote,
a splash
in th ocean of
trust, who’s
standing behind
them as they
speak? th tiniest
space in a house,
th smallest
room, they
fold themselves
away. all
of these things
happen, and then
skin grows over
th scars. no hospital.
into th hands of
strangers, bold
and remote,
a splash
in th ocean of
trust, who’s
standing behind
them as they
speak? th tiniest
space in a house,
th smallest
room, they
fold themselves
away. all
of these things
happen, and then
skin grows over
th scars. no hospital.
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