Category : Poems

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Beauty destroyed by  desieved vision...
 corrupted words that linger above trapped air falling they become heavy...
 I fall how is it you don't see the world as I... 
I see clarity in which these storms provide hidden streaks of anger run through the sky 
as I hear my ancestors cry I envy there passion the world calls out in frustration trees of which stretch above me like fingers reaching for space
 I see you