releasing & growing

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

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the neglect on his lips,remains silenced,like they recarved his mouth,to become soft as cotton balls,tongue caught in barbwire,trying to dispute with the sea so he can go to shore,so he can go where its less murky, where there is less water,less drowning at home,where he is not having to fight with jackyl and hyde,the barbarian […]