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Untitled poem 1
Skin Heat Breath Spark Between our lips Essence of the earth Her charisma Her charm Her gift Her law Raw And powerful Brings me to my knees they crack as they slam Against the concrete floor
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Bloom
Carry me Mother spirit Grasp me by the nape of my neck And let me dangle Scared Having nothing underneath And everything to lose While you hold on to me I hold on To trust To faith that You see the path forward That I could not simply walk You’ve carried me always And I…
Rough Draft Craft 