i breathe through poetry
digesting the same words,
letters and pains

i catch emotions through poetry
with a butterfly net

i shed tears through poetry
where tears are but
a cry of solace

i smell heartaches through poetry
the scent
seems a forgetful memory

since the day i breathe poetry
the senses
become pure-
raw and organic.

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