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When I get home, I unhook my bra, my earrings and my watch

I 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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