it is summer.
i see her,
my lungs collapse.
it is as if
his last traces have been erased.
i can breathe.
she holds new life in her palms,
new love.
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poetry from a girl in love
Poetrythe loving, the hating, the searching, the healing. [ inspired by rupi kaur's milk and honey ]
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it is summer.
i see her,
my lungs collapse.
it is as if
his last traces have been erased.
i can breathe.
she holds new life in her palms,
new love.
