releasing & growing

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

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the true angelican feeling of this world,can be found between limbs touching,on the silver lining of wednesdays and monday mornings,ringing bells can be heard in hunger of the coming week,found in the gasps after the onslaught of magnificent laughter,in the elipses of time present between two,the trickle of heavy breathe dripping over your chest, heaving, […]