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Thanks for taking time to read
The stories which reside in me.
Poetry provides a stage
Where fact and fiction dance and play.
Light is gorgeous,
Darkness, too,
As are color’s vivid hues.
I often write in crimson red
To exorcise thoughts in my head;
I feel exposed but still I share,
Craft my phrases with great care.
The words are often birthed in tears,
Unveiling, hurting, rousing fear,
Coughed up razors make me bleed,
But once released,
I feel so free.