baby deerA Poem by Corwinthe floor of my room the floor of a store I have no safe places anymore my legs tremble as though I were just born and I cannot think anymore my breath is gone my hands, they shake my ribs all break and I'm not sure how much of this I can take I can't stand to see you anymore. © 2026 Corwin |
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Added on March 24, 2026 Last Updated on March 24, 2026 |

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