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It wasn’t snowing yet, but she could feel it in the air.
By Bridget Grace URL on 11.22.2019
I lean on your doorframe
I know you won’t be there
Your car’s not on the lawn
From the hallway
I don’t hear you laughing
You arrived quiet, trusting
A tiny universe nestled into my neck and chest
How could such a small cottage
Become so empty?
Every day is a jewel
Every smile a sun
Every heartbeat is
By minimalist URL on 11.22.2019
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