releasing & growing

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

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Time waits for noone, it keeps running Yet I seem to be stuck on a hook by accident, Somewhere in the timeline, Somewhere in the glitch, that echo of a moment, Something clawed me, back there, Their tongues, nails, voice swiped me like a wolf’s paw, Took the Skin off my Spirit Face, Left it […]