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there’s something very

perfect

and silent

about myself.


there’s places

in my mind that

are just for me,

and they are my

favourite.


i look back

and love every version of

me.


can one part

of me forgive another?


i spend

time alone,

late at night when

it rains.


i write about rain

and my favourite people

and hum

my favourite songs

and find peace

in myself.


what a happy

girl i’ve become.


i wonder if i could

tell her,

tell her from two years

ago that she can

mend with seams

of gold.


she has a beautiful heart

and i think maybe i

love her too much.


what bliss to know

she lives in my chest,

dangling her legs and swinging them

while sitting on my ribs.


stay there my love,

i beg you stay with me.

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