Feb 2020
Colloquially bent
With a positive alignment
Breath without falter
That’s what I put at the altar
Visions of what I wish I could be
But that isn’t me
I’m sorry
And for what I may never know
With a positive alignment
Breath without falter
That’s what I put at the altar
Visions of what I wish I could be
But that isn’t me
I’m sorry
And for what I may never know
This was the first poem I ever wrote. It stuck in my head for hours until I wrote it down.
That was four years ago.
I am still able to recite it from memory.
KK
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That was four years ago.
I am still able to recite it from memory.
KK
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