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

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What mountains must I climb and what armour should I gather?To lift the weight that is your death,On a day like today,When I am spun into a Matrix,Time a foreigner to your death,A false concept draping this narrative,A multifaceted, disjointed jigzaw, in which I try to piece together the remains of the Man that once […]