to emerge
from the submerge of familiarity
is only the tip of the iceberg
bc i learned that the experience that i earned
makes my dislike of similarities burn
the same walls
the same potential doom
the same waves of loneliness
and nonchalance in the bowels of a crowded room //e.b.
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life in color
Poetrythe beginning of a new chapter of my life after a summer of observation and well- needed isolation with the addition of a genuine boyfriend. a poetic photograph of Aug 2016 - Oct 2016 ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
