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Oct 2015
Her
I want to tell her that despite all of this,
despite the blood that she bleeds when she slice open her wrist,
this will gradually be replaced by love.

This, this is beauty.

My joy, my wisdom, my freedom shall be her name.

My dearest one, you suffered,
now look ahead,
I shall take away the empty.

There is something inside you, this creed of corruption,
but my eyes see beauty.

I have been waiting for you here.
If I have to wait until the wind calms, then I will wait;
because love is the force that transforms and improves the soul.

This girl reached within my soul,
her hands were exhausted and cold but I told her to dig for what she did not have

She is here.

God has chosen to show her light;
for the world knows a miracle has touched me.

She is a jewel, a treasure.

I do not surrender my treasure, I guard my treasure.
This is a found poem that includes the work from: Anthem by Ayn Rand, The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho, “To This Day” Shane Koyczan and “If You’re Contemplating Suicide” by Angel Haze
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