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taking my trauma
and dissecting it hurts my very core
transforming it into a poem
makes my emotions soar

realizing that no one can be
a home address
a dead plant
a journal to confess

                 it's not up to me

I see faults and I want to make it better
I see pain and I want to take it away
I see his words and I want to embrace him
I read a poem of his and I want to live there

but then all of reality punctures that dream
making it all not as it seems
sometimes lightness beams
in the diamond dark
floats in the ravaging river
grabs me and whispers
let go of his shiver

it's a waging wave
an internal war
a poem without a title
a laugh without a smile.

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