because nobody will ever love me with the raw intensity that i love her with. i will never become a poem published under a pseudonym. that is not me. i am not the girl who is loved. i am the girl who loves and loses and is lost and is found, and for a brief moment in time, my face becomes illuminated by love so blinding, so pure and powerful, that i sob. i am the girl who carries love like her ancestors carried since cured diseases. i am the ill girl.
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the veiled lady/hailstones between my teeth
Poetrythere is nothing out there there is nothing beyond this here this is it *** 12/16/23 first book of poetry there is nothing beyond
