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soft sorta sofa
Dec 30, 2021
i sit on a soft sorta sofa and i sort
through the trenches that timing
has hauled over here. however,
i refrain from remembering one
unnamed narrative, namely
because my baby background
brings me bumbling and bawling
to the tile beneath my toes.
i asked her to protect me
and she said that was
on me, but i was
only three.
