I know the beats of my heart
As subtle as clocks ticking.
I know the drum of my soul
Buzzing along in an irregular rhythm.
I know the whispers of my lashes
Smooth strokes like a magpie's flight.
I know the stars in my breath
Born from world starting reactions in my lungs.
And I know the ink on my hands
As though it was written across my brain.
I know me.
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A Collection Of Various Poems
PoetryBet you didnt know I write weird, spur-of-the-moment poetry only my friends like, huh?