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i held you close
until you seeped between the cracks
and bled your soul into mine
not a loss, but a becoming—
your laughter settling in my bones,
your breath stitching into mine,
until I could no longer tell
where you ended and I began—
like dusk unraveling into night
About the Creator
Sara Little
Writer and high school English teacher seeking to empower and inspire young creatives, especially of the LGBTQIA+ community
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