may another name never sound as sweet
on days where my own breathing feels too cold.
there is no name for such a miracle.
heavy heaving and hard headed hearts are born when
evening naps and warm words are necessary.
religious sanctity with safe wisdom teeth,
dear mother,
may another name never sound as sweet.
clenching heartbreaks behind closed porcelain.
words do not hurt
if you understand the source of pain.
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