the day will break,
or the body, or the spirit
know this
you don’t need to be beaten
to be scarred
you don’t need to speak,
but you will
small words, and whispered,
and i will breathe them in
like prayer
listen
i was raised to believe that
truth exists in books
that witches exist only to
be burned and
what i’m trying to say here
is that i love you
what i want to remember
is this feeling
the taste of your salt
when the moment finally
arrived
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