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Black History Love (snippet)

I ask myself multiple times if I should let you back into this home.

My couch isn’t ready for your weight, and I’m not talking about in pounds

She wasn’t meant to stay in places like this for too long.

It was too comfortable.

Stability knocked her off balance.

and I wish I had the level to the pendulums.

I miss the vulnerability.

The demons we would stare in the face and conquer.

She was scared of confrontation, and this battle was all nonverbal.

You ever seen a gallery wall?

So many patches and holes hidden behind reinterpreted da Vinci, and she was the Mona Lisa...

Eyes so demanding for looks to confirm her beauty.

But the foundation, just like the walls, got overlooked just like her soul.

Now that’s where I tend to change the output, and reinterpret the goal.

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