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Feels like yesterday
I gave you life, now you walk
me out. Time, you thief!
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night– I’m humbly one of the many vessels they use to come to life.
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Comments (3)
Damn...this is stunning and love the comment below by your hubby (I assume?) lol.
I'd love to hear what sparked this one! Care to unpack?
Incredible! My favourite entry.