I’ve shared my work freely, letting it drift into inboxes like bottles in the tide.
But this one is different.
This is my first paid poem on Substack, something I’ve poured my most delicate language into, so it could hold the weight of what I felt when I wrote it.
If you’re reading this, you’re part of that moment.
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