soft sorta sofa

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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.

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writer | editor | poet | all things personal development ↠ alaynadoyal.com ♡

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writer | editor | poet | all things personal development ↠ alaynadoyal.com

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