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When Low vibes occur, I Self-Soothe.
I'm a Poet, and thats what I do...
"Speaking" listens, while "Listening" speaks.
"Engaging" disengages the knot of nerves raging in me...
I once soothed, to evict the pain.
I now soothe, to transmute the game...
"Angry", put it in a poem, and set it free.
"Sad", put it in a bucket and water the trees...
"Melancholy", put it in a blender with love and light.
"Bored", Put it in your soul, it'll be alright...
"Chaos", put it in your arms, with unity and care.
"Bondage" , Put it in liquid, no stickiness there...
My reality is what I make it.
Never Lacking, I create it...
Gifted hands, and Poetry strong.
Self soothing, is the way back home.
