airports
are a place of hushed steps
and soft whispers
a temporary place
through which we pass freely
without attaching ourselves
for too long
the are many places like this
there are no places like this
Life,
don't be afraid to let go.
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(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]
Poetrymy keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars. ( 1 year of poetry )
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