death could've punched
fourteen year old me
directly in the teeth
and i would've
mistook it for
a kiss of life
the effects
of being raised
to think
fight or flight mode
running through
my veins
is divine confirmation
of love
YOU ARE READING
mercury reaches its morning peak
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