There is an art that
comes with blurting
More than a room full
Of eyes and ears there is a beauty
To my disruption
A life that lives inside of
Me that begs to escape yet
No one seems to see the
Joy I find in this part of myself
That escapes through my mouth
And gives life to all I am
All I surround
I have a string. Don't be fooled by its promising tug It just leads to emptiness It did not always lead to nothing Once upon a time The...
I find myself with that Same knot which I have Grown all too comfortable with You, too, have this knot I see it when you touch the...
I am no innocent creature And never was intended to be Yet now, as I grow older the guilt that used to Rot inside of me now flutters...
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