Poetry
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The Strength to Conquer Hate
To you I am erased. To you I have no face. But don’t I ever get a say? People take your tongue, and tie it to puppet strings. Pull you around in whichever ways fulfill them until they’re pleased. Make balloon animals out of the words you speak. Force feed you what you must mean. Continue reading
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Love me as I am
I saw his face in the dimly lit street-puddles. I ran my fingers slowly along the sides of his face. I felt the scruff of his thick beard. I saw his face when looking up at the constellations in my dreams. I wondered how on earth I would get up there. I felt his warm Continue reading
Wolfy Chai 