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Poetry to me, are spilled thoughts. Each word feeding my starved soul.

Lately, poetry has taken a front seat and I've found myself pushing my WIP a little to the back. (Not too far) I use to write back in the day, in hidden journals in my room or during class in high-school. The words would just come and stay trapped in my head until I set… Continue reading Poetry to me, are spilled thoughts. Each word feeding my starved soul.