CHANGE
Nature disappeared
Birds aren’t chirping anymore
Bees are not buzzing
We must do something
Our World is in need of change
Change begins with us.
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sarah.0rtiz
Poetry has been my escape ever since I could remember. Every time I think of what to say or write, my throat has a seal that is broken free from strangulation. Words tend to sporadically slip out of my mouth and I have the pure enjoyment of writing them down.
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