My poems
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They say my poems are beautiful. Some say they sound like a symphony. Others say that the words speak to them.
But all I hear is how my pain is beautiful, that my doubts and insecurity sounds like music. May my suffering speak to them.
I am waiting for these people to tell me that my poems look like me. That my "I'm fine" resounds like lies and that my sparkless eyes speak to them. Let my smiles blow my misfortune and the dark circles under my eyes remind them of insomnia.
Utstella
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