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Poetry

Plants For My Sufferings

I wake one day

with sprouts in my

head,

The tickles and

funny whispers

aloud,

Carbon for

comfort, and green

spleens,

Bacteria for breakfast,

I didn’t think of it

mulch,

Strings for my rib

cage, I’ve kept a

garden.

The only reason why

my head hurts

So much; so much

stopped wearing

green.

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by holliecira

Hi! My name is Hollie!

I'm currently a student but I also enjoy doing a lot of creative work on the side. My passions are in music, writing, film, and media. I decided to start a blog when I was 15 and I've been working on it ever since! I like to focus a lot on music, art, and poetry in my writing. I hope to someday create a new blog/magazine with collaborations from all types of artists and publish a work of poetry I am currently creating. I have a passion for writing and a love for sharing it with others!


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