August 13, 2021

Doree Grief, life, love, poetry September 1, 2021September 1, 2021 1 Minute

When you go

I will disintegrate

And all the little pieces

Left of me

Scattered

Seem

to make more sense

Than the whole

world

Published by Doree

Grief Out Loud. Art. Life View all posts by Doree

Published September 1, 2021September 1, 2021

Little Charmer says:

September 2, 2021 at 8:40 pm

🖤🖤

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Susi Bocks says:

September 5, 2021 at 10:16 pm

All the feelz with this piece!!

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1. Doree says:
  
  September 5, 2021 at 10:54 pm
  
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