releasing & growing

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

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I  was left with the Spay of a Bullet, The memory of an Pause, in time Seen from All Angles,Left, forward, Back, Side, the Other Side, I Recall it, View it, in its order,Chronological,Moments, The Feelings,The Anxiety, Disbeleief, I recall where we set,I Recall the Anxt in the Room,I recall his Inability to sit with Me, I […]