POETRY | MIST

her heart, bigger than a ball of fist
her soul remains caged in a grain of mist

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MAGNUM OPUS

I always wanted to write him a poem; a poem that will describe him as the poem itself. This is my 3am thought. I am neither Lang Leav nor Michael Faudet but I breathe in poetry and he is my favorite one. You are one great of a color; yet to appear in a canvass You are one…

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