releasing & growing

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

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boy in suit and jacket,tailored like his hands,ever so perfectly,hands used to write,his fimbled covered nails,protecting himself from anything and everything,he won’t let you touch him,he will surrender to suffering,but will protect his heart at all costs,he is a soldier,with chest pushed out,with head fixated above neck,with straight back, facing forward,ATTENTION! for He has arived,He […]