When Sleep Does Not Come
/When I can’t sleep, sometimes, I write poetry. This is what happens When Sleep Does Not Come.
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When I can’t sleep, sometimes, I write poetry. This is what happens When Sleep Does Not Come.
Read MoreThis is a poem I wrote from an intense body sensory experience in Bletchley, February 2018. I will be adding some more of my poetry in the coming days. These pieces have all been written from a place of flow and inspiration, with no planning. I never thought I would be writing poetry, yet, here I am. I hope you enjoy this piece as well as my future ones.
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