Writing from observation, speculation, introspection and human connection.
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You fumbled in the darkness, a place where others lived in light. You foraged days for warmth, embedding through the night.
By Latisha Jean2 months ago in Poets
The world now walks the path that you laid, But still, you steal, you lie, you trade. - Your hands have held every desire,
Painted smile, ironed clothes, Brain runs wild - no one knows. Another day, another mess, Another night - compounding stress
