releasing & growing

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

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this pain is full of bitterness,its dull constants,constenance,vowels to express the noises released from my mouth,earlier I blacked out,as if a black hole was trying to absorb me hole,blood out of one edge of sword,while the other vomits,on the floor I create a dance out of my body,but no move presents itself ease,even herb seems […]