articles - poetry

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"the sharp words you spit out, 
coming like heavy tides,
has been the voice that took over, 
the dominant side.

you'd watch me crumble 
like a burning paper
and stepped on the ashes  
to stack my pain into one tall tower.  

smiling as i fade
laughing as i wish to deafen my ears,
waiting for my last heartbeat
and end my commanding fears "