Blackout poetry #1.

I have approximately half a novel full of blackout poems, so I decided I will start sharing them on here as well. This one hits me somewhere deep.


A suppressed and resisted
“don’t leave me!” arrived
and I would be grown up
before I knew what it meant.

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