This poem stems from the root of my essence.
It’s pruned not for rose colored validation.
Nor watered down with hollow fabrications.
NO.
It’s the branch where my spirit blossoms.
Basking in the light of my honest reflections.
–Angie

This poem stems from the root of my essence.
It’s pruned not for rose colored validation.
Nor watered down with hollow fabrications.
NO.
It’s the branch where my spirit blossoms.
Basking in the light of my honest reflections.
–Angie
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