The Roses

Rose 1 I’ve always thought I wouldn’t live long. Primarily, because I’ve always known that living for my self wouldn’t ever be enough. Somehow or for some reason I’ve always felt that if I was to live it would always have to be under the auspices and authority of being something for someone else. That […]

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Anti-Poem(s)

Enduring just to say we’re enduring feeling the bruises on my skin I just want to relieve the torture I don’t know how all these things should end. Maybe that’s all that this is after all: trauma and bondage and joy maybe that’s all you can feel after all: just trauma and bondage and joy […]

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