cleanse
and when i inhale slowly ican feel my chest swell with
oxygen. relief washes over
me, rinses out my every pore,
scrubs every inch of my regrets.
Freedom, Release, Purity.
Poetry by kayte
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Written on 2007-11-12 at 19:46
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