Brooke Armstrong
Home isn’t a place
It’s a coming back to self
The satiating return
That fills your heart with still bliss
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Home Is A Place Inside Of You
1/30/24
9:38am
Brooke Armstrong The pokeberry ink Smells of sourdough bread I smile As the brush tinks Against the edge of my inkwell Lost in play I...
Brooke Armstrong I don’t know What else to do Other than continue To soften Into this existence As the years roll on by - As The Years...
Brooke Armstrong I trust myself To always find my way Though That does not. Mean we are playing this game. - I'll Find My Way 7/15/24 6:05pm
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