A mirror reflects
One image but there's lots of...
The only thing I love
about your absence is that...
I saw the road behind me
fold into the setting sun...
When words like warm blood smoothly flow
Within the insides of poetic frame...
I've constructed a fortress made
entirely of mirrors and misdirection...
I've been told
My poetry doesn't make a lick of sense...
Let go of everything,
All those painful things you think...
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i don't think the soul lives in our eyes...
C: Creative world i have
O: Oppressed inside my head...
I can't erase the
raised by women alone stain...
People have picked me up
from a dusty shelf...
I travel all the woods,
I sleep in every burrow...