The language I can’t remember hearing
The foods I don’t remember eating
Are all around me.
No, please don’t.
I beg you.
I will do as you say.
As if the black bruises
Have never left me.
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New to poetry, I decided to pamper my poems and give them a blog of their own. Maybe they will pamper me in return one day.
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