Sunday 18 February 2018
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If I were 16 again
I would bind wounds and not stab with words that escaped the prison of my mouth. I would learn to fly without checking the wind's inten...
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The shaft flew through the air from the point of the Javelin start line, through miles and rivers It pierced the heat around me, ...
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6:00am I am woke, and after the initial yawn, I remember who I am. I am a mass of societal labels, I breathe and live the words spok...
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I stepped onto lonely street and stumbled along its rocky expanse; my walk didn't lead to heartbreak hotel like the lyrical poem o...
Lovely written, the message also very clear
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