what a remarkable thing it is to age
I feel my death already
and I cannot decide
if I have been aching for it for so long
or
I am not entirely ready
whichever, I feel I have been cheated
and I am left angry and
in mourning
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Dysphoria
Poetry"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
