When I'm lost, I try to find myself in the syllables of my rhymes.
A dysfunctional moth wings- cracked and beautiful.
Then I'm found.
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Love, Pain & Poetry [✓]
PoetryI think of you. I think of you in the very depths of my mind. Like Lava you flowed through, Burning my brain cells to dysfunction. A collection of original poems and prose about Love, Pain, and Poetry.
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