releasing & growing

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

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the crypts of my body are sworn open, I have been awoken, By a lover who cannot speak, Mouth sworn shut, Eyes that speak several languages, Fervor from the irises alone, Eye gazing could become a sport if we let it be, Accents in every tongue, Maybe, he is spoken for, Yet he dances in […]