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I am in a state of swimming in my own head My brain engulfed in a bog of dark purple Everything I touch turning into clouds The sounds producing a constant echo in my head My mind, a singular note focused on the words she says like my eyes at a speck on the wall The pen knows what I am going to say My feet away from the ground. My tongue swollen up for want of water The smell of fresh fabric...
A poem I had to let out
Mar 03, 2022
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