releasing & growing

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

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Discontentment annoints my tongue,like sandpaper,The indignation cuased by words that are spun out of mouths,Shot guns to my flesh,Collosal damage radiating,I become numb at first,Frozen at the eyes,Embarassed for them,So I float around them,Hovering like a butterfly,Observing the stunning nature of primal behaviour,Then the disillusionment settles in, Most times their silence haunts me,How the mouth […]