Inside me are rivers crashing into swamps, filling the world with enough water to silence the opinions that threaten to drown out my own voice.
Inside me are dog-eared pages and bent-back book covers.
Inside me are the broken things that used to be glass figurines and wind-chime dreams.
Inside me are glassy sunsets and softly curling flower petals stuck in black and white pages.
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