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waters of my blood
once churned the tides—still, i crest
by sway of the moon
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author's note~ inspiration and a few words for this haiku borrowed from one of my early poems on vocal:
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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