MY GRIEF IN A NUTSHELL BY KOREDE KAKAAKI

This is the truth.
you can’t run away from your body
even when it repels itself
You can’t flee a form bestowed unto itself
even when it creaks with unhinged memories
& you search for exit doors in the pores of
your skin

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