Truth Rain Poetry

  • another poem

    another poem

    spitting through gnashed teeth,come demise or flood,my art, my soul, my flesh,it will matter,I am done being the ever pleasant,ever amicable,ever agreeable, good girl, I will not longer be the shadow, of the entity that seeded an entity,I am my own fucking person, If I want something, I myself will pursue,glaring, bleeding, sweating uphill,no more…

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