the hidden winds blew
and what was once written,
is now erased.
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the hidden winds blew
and what was once written,
is now erased.
avp
in the basement of his soul,
concealed scars reached up to
turn off the light to his heart.
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carved away by a river of pain,
the worn and jagged edges of his heart
now expose the forgotten sedimentary layer
of how to love himself.
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surrounded by caffeine and smoke,
he painted his portrait
in the misty colors of his personal mythology
to obscure the bruises and scars
only visible to him.
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