Come the night,
moths banging on the ceiling light,
its heart beating in unison
its bosom
caving the crickets
and the only stars in the thickets
the fireflies
I stopped worrying one day about how I looked in the eyes of others And I was able to say “This is my body It’s been through a lot and it ...
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