United States
29° 54' 38.9916" N, 95° 39' 22.7232" W

All of my insecurities
sprout from flakes of old skin;
they beg for the sunlight’s attention
from underneath my quieting hands
so that they might bloom
and become a loud thing
for all to hear.


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