Slaved in Freedom

Slaved in Freedom

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"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thoughts, and the thought has found its words" ~ Robert Frost Until my mouth does not speak, my mind will do the work, with its own scribbling pen, drawing the words I long to leak. Here I am, painting murals from the heart, colors upon colors, amalgamating into a melody of one. *feel free to express whatever you think* *give me your own interpretations of these poems, that'd be interesting*
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A road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along? Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️Unedited⚠️ This is my poetry. Please don't copy it! Thank you for your support.

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