poetry
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My father was the first to show me that real men cry. My father is my father and at times also a mother because she was locked herself away like a tea cup in cupboard and love love is his superpower and for that he was he is and will always be my superman constantly…
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Heart beating a feeling patterns into a name then a face appears as sudden as summer rain. after the first kiss you’re never the same whispers to be reunited with the one you love. grateful to stars illuminating the way guiding me to create my own fate
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The struggle is real living out honestly say what you feel be a voice that activates not merely regurgitates requires meditating contemplating evaluating the world at large the struggle to love openly showing vulnerability requires special capability but to love is magic the most special of abilities overcoming is a struggle adversity creates tenacity resilience…
Yesenia Guerra 