A. Alico
I fell in love with poetry, and my mind continues to think, every day, in a poetic way.
But it was not until recently that I started documenting every short or deep breath my heart took.
Sometimes I find it impossible, on a piece of paper, to write.
Its the one place I surrender, this unremitting fight.
Fragments of pain are scattered throughout my words,
As I relinquish control of everything that hurts.
Ink is splattered on a page
Like a painters
Dark shades.
My heart is homemade
From my personal...
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