releasing & growing

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

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Yesterday we laughed,like the crack of dawn creaking through at fajr time,amalgamation of sadness, curiosity, anger,how the night separates into the day,and the birds begin to wake up from their drunkness,intoxicated by the stars in the night,that was how I fell when I first with him,cycling, staring into the sky, and boom,a bush met me, […]