Poem -
per her mission
I breathed inĀ
awoken
the person I don't want to be
choked by the spoken
interlaced in confusionĀ
with love
I can't be free of
do not touch
bloody noses
smell the roses
pain in micro dosesĀ
when you're closest
hazing is gracing
space placing
faces bracing
do not touch
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