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Inhale: grief. Exhale: gratitude.

Like ink in my blood, it travels my veins to the darkest of places & settles in.

No longer a guest, it moves freely.
Lingering.
No plans to leave.

“Stay as long as you like,” I whisper.
Your warmth is welcome here.

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