releasing & growing

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

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There is a blossoming on my cheeks,A flush of sunset in my hairMy hands melting into everything I lay my fingers onCaressing magic in between palms,All whilst lush trees growing bountiful fruit embrace me,A delight for the tongue,Sweetening the burns that have calloused my gums,Rich cream and milk coat the insides of my throat,Like that […]