a list composed of daises
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a list composed of daisies and all the things i don’t need to wish for (because i have them)
making a home like writing a poem that keeps going
dried winter flowers hanging in the long hallway-balcony
the feeling of being held - to be water in black earth
tears of gratitude for no longer being in my twenties
petal fragments like future islands containing seeds of homes
all the sweets i ate and their aftermath on my face
feeling no need to be legible to anyone, even to myself.
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