What a dawn without sleep reminds me.
by joanabagano
Hands by Sarah Kay
(one of my favorites to date)
Because I used to dream that one day, I could recite my poems in front of the world. I got it fulfilled and more with 30 people equaling 30 worlds. How about my next marker of a hundred?
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I was the same way but never could share my words with a large crowd or a small one.