Electronic voices
dream of heaven and
lifting eyes, loosely
cold and alive in the body
of the night. Body of the
world.
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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
Electronic voices
dream of heaven and
lifting eyes, loosely
cold and alive in the body
of the night. Body of the
world.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina