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his street prayer


He called it a street prayer

Words spit rapidly with a flare

a strange phenomenon

Words sticking to his tongue 

Like a proton does w a neutron

Speed is very swift

He wants to be on that Tokyo drift

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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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