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When I get home, I unhook my bra, my earrings and my watchI lay my bag on the closest chair
and pet my dog with bare hands
There's an attempt to be
Calm
Kind
Clean
‘You sound softer,’ he said
And it wasn't the volume
It was a softness that came from not needing to be strong anymore
From a world that didn't need thick skin
From a world that didn't need me to hide my tears
Poetry by Inspired
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Written on 2025-01-09 at 00:00
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Alan J Ripley |
