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"and a tan stretch of concrete reminds me there is no version of myself I ever have to be again unless I choose to." Love this!

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Thank you!🥰

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“she let

herself feel young for real this time”

I love this too much - and all the internal emotions we shared with you through the concrete details of the external in this poem on being a color anarchist !—

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This means the world to me - thank you so much!

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“and my cat gave me her lush white belly

the moment I arrived home” 🤍

Such a comforting and vivid image!

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Yes! Why limit yourself when the world, no the universe, is limitless?

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Brava! This is a wonderful promise to go past the edges. love the visuals of this poem. Both resonate with me deeply as I am still sitting on to publish here or not to publish.

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Thank you! And my answer will always be publish 😁

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