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Rivi Mar 2018
Tend your garden and only after cultivation, should you offer your blooms to others.
Rivi Mar 2018
You are why
Poets write
Artists paint
Masters compose
You are the sculptor's clay
The singer's voice
The author's pen
The catalyst
Muse
Q'alba
Rivi Mar 2018
Grief invades your ears
And ruptures your eardrums
With a deafening roar
That leaves everything else
Muffled after its assault
You adapt, you heal
But you never hear the same
Miss you, Mom.
Rivi Mar 2018
You said I was what you wanted
After I unzipped my skin
And stepped out a different person
Because who I was wasn't enough
But who I became wasn't enough either

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