i open the windows
and let the wind touch my face
i stand there wondering
where had i gone
almost becoming people
i am truly not
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vertigo; #wattys2018
Poetrythis is for you; i don't shout my poetry off rooftops anymore because i think the world heard me it's been four years since i began writing this book on scraps of paper and receipts so go ahead; read me [lower case intended] [tw for some] [all writ...
clxxxviii.
i open the windows
and let the wind touch my face
i stand there wondering
where had i gone
almost becoming people
i am truly not
