Two, by Tiffany Nakawatase

There was two of him inside of one.

The man he was inside my bedroom

And the man he was outside my bedroom.

And I swear, each of them were different men.


Shedding the old to find the new. Tiffany’s writing is a mix of love, despair, loss and growth.

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