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poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.

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I feel as though I can feel the anguish of the world,I can feel every patter across hands,and every prick, prickle of fingertips across ivy leaves,I can feel the pain of the broken world,its heart is in ruins, and with every beat, its muscle’s cramp up,spreading through the body runs the current of sadness,in rainbow […]