
Itching words
under the surface
under the mind and there
where the eyes glow.
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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

Itching words
under the surface
under the mind and there
where the eyes glow.
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-Alina