Poems from diehlkat000
I wrote a letter to my eight year old self today
to tell her scars only grow deeper with time.
She knows no evil but I tell her she is...
When I say that progress isn’t linear I mean to say that my house was built
on a horse farm. I mean to say that everytime I take a step I...
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She grew old in the white suburb
with only her own stereotypes to live up to and
with reflectionless glass shards
for eyes
on a faceless...