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when your card declines at therapy, so you write a poem

Apr 23, 2025

for a season, you were all i ate i drank in your attention i lived in your world i danced to the rhythm of your heartbeat your words were the only thing sustaining my cells splitting me apart, not caring if anything new came to life turning my blood to poison in my...