Sometimes, the words live better in rhythm than in ink.
Here’s something I created, a raw, visual poem I hope you'll feel in your bones.
Let me know what it makes you think of, or how it lands in your spirit.
About the Creator
Latoya Campbell
Oh, sweet freedom is that you on the horizon. I'll meet you by the shore and rest in peace with you forevermore.
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