The second part flew by.
The juxtaposition of Nothing Has Changed and Nothing Else Is The Same is beautiful.
Year Eleven is heartbreaking, because I knew exactly what Eleven And A Day would bring. So is Same Pot, and Circle. And reading about what happened with Ba's friend explained so much yet was so affronting.
But Blue Eyes brought me hope.
Favorite verse poems: Heart, Here To Stay, Big Mouth, Adjectives.
— May 30, 2024 03:57PM
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