Precipice

High-ku

By Libby WalkupPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

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she says I love you

so quiet only his heart

hears its return swells

love poems

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Libby Walkup

40-yr-old nonbinary, demisquared, neurodivergent personal essayist and poet. Go deep into your writing practice with me at THE(slow)POET for two weeks of free access to meditations on slow living, creative practice, and writing prompts.

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