Swing Poem by Amy Marie

Swing

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Swing past your heartbleeds and miseries -
Which sprout inside you like trees.
In by inch - you'll be fine walking alone -
Not bothering Creativity with your moan.
Given this poem - turn your back to what's written above -

And just swing away.

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Amy Marie

Amy Marie

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