the poetry i’ve washed
cleaned
prepped with my own limbs
has been formed
molded
shaped for the heaviness in my heart
the aching in my bones
the
the static in my head
to find another home
it makes me yearn
for more
the poetry i’ve washed
cleaned
prepped with my own limbs
is grieving
mourning for the death of the poet’s own guide
to the words
lines
scrapes of scattered thoughts
in this f-cking grave
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 2:15 AM UTC
the poetry i’ve washed
cleaned
prepped with my own limbs
has been formed
molded
shaped for the heaviness in my heart
the aching in my bones
the
the static in my head
to find another home
it makes me yearn
for more
the poetry i’ve washed
cleaned
prepped with my own limbs
is grieving
mourning for the death of the poet’s own guide
to the words
lines
scrapes of scattered thoughts
in this f-cking grave
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