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

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Static energy plays harmony on my hair,Scatty emotions embellished in my skinLike pricks from needles, Blood only leaks through slowly,And so like the blood and it’s source,I become frozen, My body feels cold and rigid,tight knit knots clenching up in my shoulders,as if habitual,as if its the only way to live,so now I live with […]