releasing & growing

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

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and god knows how the pink parts of me, the parts that make up my skin. The epithelial layer of me also still sings love, She still Believes, how even now,  how i’m enveloped in  with the love that is laced, that is sewn into my tapestry, this skin of mine, this body, this cuerpo […]