releasing & growing

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

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oh, how odd the gaps of silence are,like banded amethyst,the blend of beauty of old and new,dark and light synchronising in a dance,I wish to call you,then I adjust to idea that I cannot,I smile, think what if,question all that was,all that could’ve been,but oh how I am relearning to write again,use my mind alone,they […]