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Let Me Breathe
Writing poetry has become
an automatic response
to the slightest wave
of rejection
washing me up onto the shore
covering me in seaweed
and telling me i dont
belong
Rejection blankets me
in teary eyes
tugs at my heart
leaves me to die
As if the society
that rejected me
dunked my head
under the sea water
and my weeps we...
Saturday 31st August 2019 7:21 pm
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