Poetry is coming back to me
Like the tide rushing to shore
I forgot how much less lonely it made me
I’m just not sure if I’m ready for its bluntness on my trauma
M.A.P
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Poetry is coming back to me
Like the tide rushing to shore
I forgot how much less lonely it made me
I’m just not sure if I’m ready for its bluntness on my trauma
M.A.P
©
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