my keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars.
( 1 year of poetry )
my keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars.
( 1 year of poetry )
Eventually I write
I make small things big things
I crush myself to be inspired
I weep over nonsensical things
I try to uncomplicate thoughts but I can't
Welcome to my world of ludicrous regalia
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