August Kamp - the rest of you

I've had the morning to myself my
Side of the bed is wrinkled and warm
Forever grateful for the shelter
I'll hang my purse up in the hallway
You counted your cards - stack em into one
'Hundred years of healing to do
And if it feels like
You're just holding on
Without any say
It's okay
To soak

Written by:
august kamp

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