FEEL by Latanya Smith I am not compulsive I am intentive, Far from explosive No near compressive, Gently relative To what is reality of expression, Far from ego Near the ethers, Breathes in air Or does it blow mi out? Pulling mi back to this confusing existence, My love and light is always expressive Numbing mi sometimes to this zealous perfection, Forever thankful cause this is my lesson Cause knowing more means I have to hold on to pain like im possessive, But still maintaining my composure For this I have created, Or is that all I know Or what I see, Sometimes, maybe it’s just mi.
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