releasing & growing

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

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White birds flock over your grave today,The sky leaks a rainbow demonstrating the glory you left,And remains glossed for days from the pot of gold you found,That’s why the stars have littered themselves up above like confetti was falling,Formations have been gold plated in the sky since your death,I look up to find the necklace […]