I opened the door
expecting the world to look
like how it felt inside my chest.
It did not.
The flowers were
embarrassingly alive.
Written by Charlotte Kudamare.
A house built inward is all that remains when nowhere remains.
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A house built inward is all that remains when nowhere remains.
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I opened the door
expecting the world to look
like how it felt inside my chest.
It did not.
The flowers were
embarrassingly alive.
Written by Charlotte Kudamare.
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