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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.
Written by neves
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