
boiling eyes
look, drifting to
other streets
in new cities.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees

boiling eyes
look, drifting to
other streets
in new cities.
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-Alina