let me move with the clouds and with
the wind
let me be free and
away from all of it
the sick pressures,
the twisted hurts,
the crying eyes,
and the dying tries
let me be
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art/poetry
Poetrytrying to turn my constant longing, lonely bitterness into poetry so it can be just as pretty as it is ugly (art: Beth Hoeckel) A.P./poetic- © all rights reserved
