- Yaira Ebanks
- Jan 6, 2025
- 1 min read
born with a death wish
dreamed of becoming a star
the slight breeze
his shadow
wound up dead
reborn not even as grass
nothing more than a patch of dirt
she rests beneath the rarest flowers
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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
there are songs I sing while smiling my first book I wrote hands trembling eyes crying
spicy and sweet pink softens the kink
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