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this.

Look!
Oh, what a sight.
SomeThing that you are forced to see,
Amidst the light of this place.
I can feel the importence;
It all but shakes me to my core.
It touches be deeply,
I shall move on.

I can practically hear it;
It calls me like a siren,
Wailing in the wind
Of this violent storm.

This

Violent storm called many things
May it be art
Life

Abstract JusTice




Let it be known;
Suffering draws us

as a Golden cage seems eXotic
we May sometimes know This

This

this.
Posted: 08.18.20
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  1. Aug 18, 2020

    I love this. I really like your writing style and I feel like your just speaking right in front of me. The way your write naturally emphasizes words and I find myself reading your pieces a few times and just tHinking about them. so beautiful

    I write because the music of language spoke to me in books and I wanted to make a beautiful noise to answer back ~ Lee Williams.

  1. Sep 18, 2020

    Thank you so much! :)