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Fugal Transgressions

01/02/2020

She lives…


the words she cannot breathe
the tears she had to keep
the poetry she cannot write
the silent battles overnight

the loud noises in her head
the monsters underneath her bed
the never changing absolutes
the frosty warmth of solitude


And she lives.

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Hi! I'm Rose. I fancy myself a poet sometimes... But really, I'm just a dreamer- a wonder wanderer. Words are my photo albums.

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