releasing & growing

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

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She,With feather spun skin,a heart sfoter than nectarinesjuices running across her glinting skin,melanin enriched in harmonies,She makes chests warmer from a smile with full teeth,Nervous laughter from those who are uncomfortable with the sweetness of soulSo she giggles with half breath,curves wrapped around body embodying fertility for anything good,her tears are milk,honey could douse out […]