Mulled, thinking
drifting into the
midnight hours
until there are
bodies that ache.
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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
Mulled, thinking
drifting into the
midnight hours
until there are
bodies that ache.
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-Alina