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Inspiration is fleetingand so I writein spontaneous burstsand drained energy
Note
These are short poems I wrote whenever motivation struck me, when I take my rides to and from uni, or while waiting in the grocery line
Bruises
April 20, 2025 at 09:53 AM
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A smooth brown expanse
Interrupted by dark splotches
Colored blue, green, and black
Hurts too much when caressed;
Fragile and fresh they bloom
On tender skin they loom
Aching with every second
They brush against the mere
Fabric of my pants;
Remember how they came to be
Chest tightening out of the blue
Feeling the soul separate
Darkness dominates my vision
Waking up after a collision
With the cold and hard floor
Helped me get my blood flow
To my head, not just my feet;
It was hardly anything new
This mere thing, interlude
Yet the spots of blue that grew
On my knees, cannot ignore
Cannot forget, but can restore.
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