walls rise/under the quiet worship of my tongue/palaces and kings and romances/and maybe just a little bit of evil/to make it interesting for the heroes/the adventures and part time people/who vanish when no longer plot-relevant/like the magic that builds these words/these words/forests and mountains and sunsets/i lead you through my soul/and the stars we made ourselves/will guard us from harm
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We Are Still Growing
PoesiaThis is my 3rd poetry book. I am leaving the first 2 on my account as they are part of my past and a way to mark how far I've come, but they are, as the kids say, mad cringe. Just a little collection of my newer poetry, for my own sake really. Pleas...
