releasing & growing

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

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SILENCED, at the mouth, in the eyes, through my skin, I feel nothing, MORPHING, words to form sentences, to curate something that is legible, I try to turn the curses from mouth, into cursives on paper, in theory it is easier, in reality,  I am a bumble of words, buzzing both on tongue, and in […]