Mar 20
2 min read
THERAPEUTIC POETRY
How Does the Truth Fall?
— an exploration through verse; grief transmutation
Pen, once again
finds ink
and itself
perfectly pointed —
mind in sync
— towards purpose.
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I love to rhyme, often sensually. I have to write, otherwise insanity. I leave my heart on paper. Feel free to feel my feels. I comment lovingly and completely.
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