kissing wounds

“no big deal,” we tell ourselves

when our hearts break and souls sink

but some weeks, some months, some years,

we have a continuous strand of those

and they leave behind

wounds that need to be

loved upon

so flowers can bloom

from all of the pain.

 

 

 

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