Sun, 07/17/2016 - 18:37 -- AmayaJS

My refuge
My sweet rhythm of Sunday Blues
Words flow out of me like a river of crystals
Shiny, yet defined and really brilliant
Poetry is my refuge
An outlet for any and everything going on
The only way I can truly express what I'm feeling without rambling on
Its my refuge
A safe haven for me to vent
My fingers are the therapist and they give me advice as to not contain the emotions I feel inside
That's why I write

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