I'm just here.
B
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A T. H. I. N. G
Heavily on my mind goes solitude
My lexicon belittles
Encoded in my DNA
was misconstrued decadence
Dancing on the lapels
Of my chapped lips
I broke down four roaches
And rolled a galaxy joint
BIC: flame
Sparking the tip.
Sizzle, inhale
Spellbound by black residue
Ah, I'm at peace
Momentarily, at least
Every second slows down
I can breath easily
Think things over
Inhale, exhale
Solitude, solitude
I was here, breathing
My lexicon vindicated
©dapharoah69
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THE SEASONAL TREE (BOOK III of Poetry)
PuisiThird collection of poetry I've written from a source of experience, love, heartbreak, joy, happiness and pain. It chronicles my life in my 30s as an openly bisexual black male, finding his way. ↘️↘️↘️⬇️⬇️⬇️↙️↙️↙️ Photo credit from paintingwithdiam...
