If you decide you want to come home, I will paint the walls a brighter color. I will make the bed and smooth out the sheets. I will sweep the shards off the floor. I will put fresh flowers in the vase on the nightstand. I will tidy things up, hide every broken thing you left behind.
If you're willing to start over, so am I.
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PoetryA collection of short poetry that will pierce the skin, but not slice you open.
