Walking the moonlit street
I said to you
Coming home
Doesn’t hurt like it used to
Confessions in the
Red room of The Saint
How we learned to swallow
Our ghosts
Before they devoured us whole
Knowing we wouldn’t change
A second
Because it brought us here
And isn’t that
The beauty in the pain
That we now know
Living
Is so much more than just
Surviving.❤️
💫Amber Comber
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