"My Alone Feels So Good. I'll Only Have You If You're Sweeter Than My Solitude."
"My alone feels so good. I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude."
Warsan Shire
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Inside of them my soul will sleep for eternity
Her hand in mine and in my chest a garden.
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