Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| Junk I take my broken pieces reattach them to myself to hide those names you call me, erase those labels you use to define me. I defy your jealousy and hatred, heal the inner hurt, hide it where no one looks, and remind you — God don't make junk. KE. (31.desember.2023) 9 lines Edited and posted in
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