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A room made for slow mornings

Pretty in pink, strong at heart.

Strawberries and unspoken thoughts

Soft heart, sharp edges.

Soft things keep me together

This is my version of balance

She knows what she’s not saying.

I collect moments, not answers

A room that listens before speaking

I learned how to be soft without disappearing

Where evening learns how to stay

I loved once. I remained

She didn’t clean. She curated.