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My soul is unkempt
a weed-fraught field
or a moss growing wild.
In daylight or nighttimein thoughts unraveling
and flesh bare
and breathing slowedI’ve more room to travelfrom failed love to new heartache
Un-solid
absorbent and unrooted
Unclarity is key.
Currently a student at Emerson College, Class of 2014. BA Writing, Literature and Publishing. Specializing in Creative Writing, Book Design, and Editorial.