I can see how wrong it is. To bind my writing between the pages of a home lost. Exposing a girl desperate to save the world with it’s own flesh.

But, I just can’t shake that fear… the mere possibility of my words missing the tactile edges of a discoloured piece of tree, brushing against the fingertips of a stranger in need of a beautiful contradiction.

©haylesmaree

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