To grow,
we must accept
death after death
of the selves
we used to be
to make room
for the births
of the selves
we will become
A massacre
I welcome
(written summer 2019)
To grow,
we must accept
death after death
of the selves
we used to be
to make room
for the births
of the selves
we will become
A massacre
I welcome
(written summer 2019)
Dark and beautiful and absolutely truthful. Just love this poem ❤
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Thank you for the kind words! ❤
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