Tue Feb 25 2025
The ink of my wrists (Marcella Boccia) I write with the ink of my wrists,where the skin is thin,fragile as the moments I cannot hold—the words spill out,a river of liquid memorythat stains the pages,that drips in the quiet spacesbetween heartbeats.I...
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