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peaceodumeru

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

4 poems·Since October 2018
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Texture

April 18, 2019

I'm dangling off a rope.

I know not what is below or above me

Only God and Hell are factual

I have spoken a million words- Yet.

My greatest speech has not yet been heard.

It is in the details my eyes whisper and I 

realize I am not dangling but floating

forever in mid air

Unknown

Unspoken of

But forever seen

An image burned in the front of the back of

Your Head.

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