The darker it gets
the more the words begin to writhe
Writhe and rise
they dance before my eyes
tumbling out of my heartbeat,
the poems
Write themselves.
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 2:02 PM UTC
The darker it gets
the more the words begin to writhe
Writhe and rise
they dance before my eyes
tumbling out of my heartbeat,
the poems
Write themselves.
Sometimes I don't even know what words come out of my fingertips
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