I write in this imperfect language
Like many others, imperfectly fine
These words are my choice; if empty
They served my heart just right
It's not my first, neither my last
But the one I picked to try
To find myself and then the world
I hope it may survive
The beauty of these phrases
Is the freedom they provide
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 6:07 PM UTC
I write in this imperfect language
Like many others, imperfectly fine
These words are my choice; if empty
They served my heart just right
It's not my first, neither my last
But the one I picked to try
To find myself and then the world
I hope it may survive
The beauty of these phrases
Is the freedom they provide
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