IA Poem by Laura KateThere is so much happening inside and it’s often too hard to explain so I wish I could slice myself open and stand outside in the rain for the water would rush to the pieces that my veins can't reach to ignite finding seeds left in the darkness which couldn’t be seen by the light and the plants and flowers would bloom and the colours would come rushing out and I’ll feel alive at my fingertips and you’ll see what I'm really about © 2019 Laura KateFeatured Review
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