A meditation on ache, memory, and the quiet art of stitching yourself back together.
Where Do I Go When the Wind Is Lonely
Tag: empath poetry
Anarchy of Healing
"I fought demons before I took a breath, looked at death inside of a womb, so nothing you do can break my cracked back; the bricked up soul that remains whole."
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The Song Of a Universe
I have morphed into triangulated dimensions new friendships beautiful intention.
Vennie Kocsis 
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