I feel like I'm becoming a person
My fabrics are growing texture
And colour's are weathering of exposure
The cracks in my voice are honest
I've earned every pause in my sentences
Finally.
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 12:21 AM UTC
I feel like I'm becoming a person
My fabrics are growing texture
And colour's are weathering of exposure
The cracks in my voice are honest
I've earned every pause in my sentences
Finally.
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