Category: door
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The Joy Of Freedom
The Joy Of Freedom The world doesn’t understand poets… Because we bare our soul. We say and write the pain That no one wants the public to know. But that’s the thing about self-expression It’s an opening and closing door that leads to FREEDOM Love always, Esha <3
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Different Air
Different Air The air is heavy now It hangs down low It dips below the waist It touches the floor Carries arguments from next door It opens wide for hot lead Speaks to humming birds blown by the breeze Takes pathogens on a ride So breathing is no longer free What use to…
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Spoken Word: Swift Love
I want you to hear me. But most importantly I want to be heard: Swift love Shorty got a scrapbook In his bedroom With pictures of me in it And what we use to be in it Letters once sealed By a lipstick kiss are smudged Into the depth of eternity Hushed conversations shared…
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We Interlock
We Interlock it’s 6:40 am, you call me, i wake up brush my pearly whites, swiftly shower, get dressed, put on my makeup and take notice of the fading shadows outside dash out the front door into the unknown abyss i look back one last time as i hop into your ride i cast my…
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