Looking backwards
noticing my sugar cane fielded dreams
harvested by hard laboring hands
crafting and cropping and holding hands
creating sexual relationships
in order to Frankenstein ideas from past tense
to future tense
I think therefore I aren't
but without thinking
I am
in bondage of sensitivity
I am gone with razor blade symphonies
where I travel along irrigation ditches; my veins
give fertilization to the poems
waking up is the drought
of my origami fields
and you're just set it ablaze
Please tell me what you think
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this is great, the only thing that threw me off was I arent. but other than that, just amazing and powerful!
Stephanie ♥
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Wonderful.
Despite your few grammatical errors. This was possibly the most amazing piece you've ever written. It's so very descriptive. Though very negative.. It's something that inspires me so. It somehow becomes uplifting in a way.
I miss you. <3
-Ivory.
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