I feel the pain
but I transform it
into colors
into poems
into prayers
into songs
into dance
into a portal
to return
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Mutt
PoetryOnce, a very long time ago, there was a girl. She was Lucifer, the most beautiful fallen angel. She lied to me. Spat on me. Sneered in my face. But here I was with my butterfly net trying to catch her light. I hated my self. Why was I so fucking sca...
My Magic
I feel the pain
but I transform it
into colors
into poems
into prayers
into songs
into dance
into a portal
to return
HOME
