Exposed. I speak freely, spilling words, once kept, that I now share. Poets, we cannot be contained in what we share. Every emotion is magnified by our lives. Even ones that we have never lived. Yet we feel because we just know. That we are the some that dare to become....
Jade Davis-Brown - Where Dead Things Grow
Where Dead Things Grow
Jade Davis-Brown
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Exposed. I speak freely, spilling words, once kept, that I now share. Poets, we cannot be contained in what we share. Every emotion is magnified by our lives. Even ones that we have never lived. Yet we feel because we just know. That we are the some that dare to become.
