I don't want to write pretty words.
I don't want to write words that are read once and left to sit politely on a shelf.
I don't want to write about the sky and the birds and the flowers that are just too pristine and perfect to be plucked.
I want to release the madness from my head.
I want my pain, my fears, and my ugliness to exist as words so beautiful that they earn their right to be read twice.
AO Poetry 
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yes, that … and when you shape the words, these words, with your mouth and you bite your lip when you catch yourself whispering them 🖤
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I came back for more tonight… because pretty words are forgotten, but not these my friend. 🖤
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Thank you 🙂
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