They come from hearts that beat together.
They come from run-down buildings, and nothing better.
They come from billowing clouds of rising smoke.
They come from factory work from the moment they woke.
They come from sweat, blood, and tears.
They come from overcoming fears.
They come from dreams and poetry.
They come from poverty.
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Moments of Writing
Poetrybasically I write here whenever I have a particularly strong emotion, when I'm trying to get into a certain mindset (possibly for a character), or I just have a spontaneous burst of writing inspiration. ⚠️Some things may be triggering for some peop...
