We create chaos
With ink to paper, words
On a screen, a voice
Echoing behind the eyes.
Buildings of confidence
The fog of
Vulnerability and wounds
Of uncertainty.
-a.w
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Onism
PoetryOnism: the frustration of being stuck in one body that inhabits only one place at a time PS IF YOU COPY ANY OF MY WORK I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN! I hope you enjoy reading my awful little pieces of literature!
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We create chaos
With ink to paper, words
On a screen, a voice
Echoing behind the eyes.
Buildings of confidence
The fog of
Vulnerability and wounds
Of uncertainty.
-a.w
