growing up and out
Home » Poetry » this pen
plastic, steel, chemical
clears my body
of self annihilation, vituperation, purification
this soul bearing, hair tearing
channels me into
Tags: poems, Poetry
Amanda…I am just starting to read all your work..I will pick up again tomorrow. There is so much here that I need a proper time to look and absorb your work. Enjoying anothers work cannot be done quickly..it must be done slowly over time. Like it deserves, because each of your poems is a work of art. Each beautiful in their own way.
😀 Thank you
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