The Voice. 

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 there is a quiver, a voice, a scratch on the back of my throat at all times

 that spins magical magnificent memories in the form of words i cannot live without. 

i call these wonderfully wierd impulses as my poetry. 

but be warned : we poets learn how to twist metaphors and pin imagery.

we make make diamond words out of coal memories.

we know how to bend and shake up words until they shiver and are nothing but dust. 

we paint gods out of human palettes.

and i will probably make one out of you too. 

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The owner of this account is a smol sixteen year old human bean who goes by the name of Phoenix. She's a high school senior goddess who bleeds poetry and wants to get published. (She will. Someday soon.) She is also the founder and editor-in-chief of The Trouvaille Journal, an online international literary poetry magazine. Her works can be found on her Wattpad, where her poetry and fiction have reached morethan 60K+ views in over 40+ countries. She also brags to be a walking pizza with pizza sauce for blood and an over exceeding amount of cheesiness. She is known to produce incredibly witty comebacks and totally lame puns at inappropriate times. Her talents include writing angsty prose, sketching cartoons with which she fills her bedroom walls, and pretending to be the classic tumblr aesthetic. All in all, she's awesome. Hands down.

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