po37ry born of
memories of
poems burned
in notebooks but
no hard feelings i
had to get out i
had to be re-
born.
i drove
and did it
like the wind
and then
i grazed like
the storm and
i rolled like
the rain
but my
moon
reign
ended
as this
escape
became
possible
and i
plan to
keep my
promises
no matter
if the SUN
(event(s))
happen(s)
i will find
a way to
come home
and release
myself
to
my
poetry
po37ry
birth of
noted
oh m-
y oh
my
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