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Boundless Reflection By;Kristian Haynes


Tables turn, while broken words help to fix learning curbs.

Twisted verbs, straighten up hurts, because it reaches something that is relatable. 

The rhythmless rhythm of freedom is what I've learned. Any cadence is musical.

Any word is usable. I've leanred the power is in you.

 

Your story. Your approach.

 

Going through motions, sealing wounds that are open, poetry taught me vulnerablity.

Magiacal potions, places seen but quite unspoken of, I've learned my lesson of creativity.

A world of pure imagination and short lived vacations. I've learned to escape

while dealing with reality.

 

Your words. Your peace.

 

Creating a recpie of your own with intentions of curing and nourishing. Or maybe there's

no purpose. Just a mixture of words meant to be heard, teaching you the value of reflection

or at least that's what it's done for me.

By:Kristian Haynes

 

 

 

 

 

 

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