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I like how, every now and then, my poems make no sense. I start them with hope and direction, almost like a vector. They have weight when still unsung, their force unspoken, their miracle undone. But soon, my mind starts to mumble, to modulate, the vector falls apart, my idea of the poem crumbles, what I meant to say is twisted, not really a poem anymore, but yet so beautifull.
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Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 1:42 PM UTC
No sense whatsoever.
I like how, every now and then, my poems make no sense. I start them with hope and direction, almost like a vector. They have weight when still unsung, their force unspoken, their miracle undone. But soon, my mind starts to mumble, to modulate, the vector falls apart, my idea of the poem crumbles, what I meant to say is twisted, not really a poem anymore, but yet so beautifull.
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Nisselen
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Nisselen
21/Trans Female/Spain
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 1:42 PM UTC
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