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Written by Evelyn Bi

So small and peacefully unripe, half-finished yet I see me.

I hold the edges of the world while standing at its center,

The wound I knew so well closed at last, and for good!

What you create I can love for I am not so easily whittled.

Unfurl and arrange yourself until you fill the space you deserve

Because you’ve always known that you have what you need

And even then, know to grasp that garden close

The home you longed for finally within reach reprimanding:

You hold the edges of the world while standing at its center. |