Our House
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karinseaver20
karinseaver20 Reaching for simplicity
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We don't speak of the scrapes. We let each other bleed in private.

Our House

We don't speak of the scrapes.

We let each other bleed in private

until the sting turns softer.

We make faces

and swallow our words

before we have the chance to choke.

This is simply what our love looks like.

A lack of three words,

no sign of tears.

It's casual

and careful.

Subtle like white scars.

only a hint of a story.

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