ana - Hello Poetry

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Panamanian I am twenty years old with weary hands, swollen words, and a cumbersome heaviness.

words fingers lips spaces bare ribs poet leaving mending untitled winter hung will knotted slip knot arms bones mesh together speak movements without running pushing existence within felt souls collide convey part heart kindly opened those wanderers novel placed front eyes inclined read beauty beneath verses crafted off paper poetry away prose encountering author breathless works trace remembered precise corners beaten others before guitar laced cracks neck frets sidewalks moonlight gaps strings smiles melancholy barefoot thursdays rain drip gentle walls pavements skin pastel curving clouds tracing soaked sky sunlight patterns shade raindrops clothes heavy wearisome letters lace scrapes years single mornings cameo blue nights things began comfort hazy book frail typewriter photographs full unsure time wrists sewing brooch bundle boxes carrying tied garnered poems november stiffened thread coat sadness evenings pockets swollen small history delicate arrives doors monday fleeing december limp night trees howling expect tattered winds appears yawn handed