My grandfather died on thursday.. I honestly don’t have a lot of words. I find my poetry hides under the bed when the shock is still there. It takes up all the room in my body. And the grief waits outside the door.
M.A.P
©️ 2023
My grandfather died on thursday.. I honestly don’t have a lot of words. I find my poetry hides under the bed when the shock is still there. It takes up all the room in my body. And the grief waits outside the door.
M.A.P
©️ 2023
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