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afternoon epiphany
Category: Writing and Poetry
the sun touched the hand that used to leave bruised marks all over my skin. i cried. the tears were colder than the weather. my windows are left open since 5am and i have never been bathe with so much life. the trees swayed with the wind, playing with the shadows and the dapples of sunlight, i think the ache gets a bit easier to carry as long as i let it out with each sighs. my chest weighs the sa... » Continue Reading