- Yaira Ebanks
- 4 days ago
- 1 min read
there are songs I sing
while smiling
my first book I wrote
hands trembling
eyes crying
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See Allmy eyes swell for the ones who nudge me into journaling encourage my Spanish champion my strength strangers sending love, kindness without demand, filling my life with brightness sprinkling magic into
spicy and sweet pink softens the kink
kisses that whisper good morning hair that falls upon your face eyes that shadow first light bits of me that linger fragments of the day’s first embrace
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