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They said I bleed on paper too much,
that my words deserved to be lived.
"I love you, I love you,"
I whisper to the wind.
So one Wednesday, intoxicated on courage
I finally laid my poetry before him.
"This is my everything -
please handle them with care."
I was sinking and barely breathing,
my heart turning into quick sand.
Then, he broke our silence -
"What took you so long?"
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Chasing Imi
PoetryThis is not a story. This is a chase. A chase for meaning. There is approximately 1,025,109.8 words in the English language. Some words have been taken for granted too many times, some are swallowed on daily basis, resting inside our bellies, and so...
