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Shovel by Mis’Understood

Mis'Understood | Mar 10th, 2019 | poetry | No Comments

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the new superstition: i need a weak shovel made of plastic
the burden of knowing: that it may break
a parting glance: leave no remains awake
and death became: the number of lives depression has buried
in my life
– time

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Literary activist that uses the energy in poetry to build, through Breeding Stars Academy a Non-Profit organization aimed at giving literacy, from reading, to writing and expression. Always brand new to poetry and spoken word but she counts it a discovery blessing.

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