the seas are calmer early in the year
and it is when I'll ferry to you
my sweet joy
my escape
my freedom
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and I'll write my poems
as you write yours
let our hearts bleed
and our inks run dry
as you weep for her love
while I wait for you
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and then the cold and long nights came
it felt magical in a sense
how easily it replaced the warm festivities
into a cold slumber
how easily he left
without telling me why
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Stripped
Poetry"There's art in vulnerability There's beauty in being naked One can only be in its rawest form When not even flesh can hide the secrets from within" According to research, humans have six basic emotions. Stripped is a collection of poems that sho...
