Part 1

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How could you deny what’s been written within my blood?
I didn’t even know it was there.
Maybe I was too green to feel the weight
Of what it meant to let you in.

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Your memory meets me—
a slow burn:
like the last sip of bittersweet wine.
I cradle the warmth
as it glows in my bOnes.

Wraps its arms around me,
like a well-known cOat—
a second skin of joy.

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Hear me, if only for this—
Something sits heavy, taunts drawn as
arrows,
Perched in corners I’ve tried to clean,
Dark and restless, shifting through fractured light.

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P1:

How could you deny what’s been written within my blood?
I didn’t even know it was there.
Maybe I was too green to feel the weight
Of what it meant to let you in.