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Moonlight holds its breath
Shadows lean too far toward me
Someone else exhaled
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Carolina Borges
I've been pouring my soul onto paper and word docs since 2014
Poet of motherhood, memory & quiet strength
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The Room I Stayed In
I’m sitting in a room I barely recognize. The walls are chipped. The corners hold pieces of me I swear I threw away. Old versions of myself are scattered everywhere— the girl who begged for love, the one who let everything slide, the one who thought she’d never make it out alive.
By Carolina Borges3 months ago in Poets
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Wow, that one sent a shiver down my spine.