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Tables can hold conversations too
I closed the screen
laid my head against
a cool wooden table
letting tears soak
through the hinge
because arms are
not always choices,
then I remember
every moment
I felt this way
remembering this
table once had a
home grounded
by forest roots,
how I carry you
through every
thread in my
blue veins.
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