Weather In My Ribs

I’m not chasing perfection; just honesty, rhythm, and the occasional surprise.

In Spite Of It All

Things are bad, but here we stand,
Refusing to give in:
A bit of light, a quiet smile,
A tiny, middle-finger grin.

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