even when I’ve not everything I need all aroundI have all I need when I’m herethe bare minimum does not contribute to any sense of gloomnor quaint snipey conversations within the roommy face doesn’t grow tired or longbecause I am here and nowand by my side is… you.I know you’re tired of the same old [...]
poem: arisen – 28/02/22
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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