San Francisco
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Destruction (poem #411)
Destruction, a pale glass shards spread far apart, hiding within every available crevice, the moment, a shattering a sound echoing…
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Endless Nights (poem #410)
Endless nights, the morning sun cannot reach me I drink in the dark night sky absorbing the glow of stars,…
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Dreams (poem #409)
What are the dreams that invade your mind? Hopes and destruction laced with innermost fears and desires, what are the…
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Lift and Shake(poem #408)
Words lift and shake, meanings signified and altered perceptions becoming traditions, our lives calculated measures. -Alina INSTAGRAM
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Ink and Paper (poem #407)
Layered pages, compact and worded, phrases woven, speech mimicked. So much depends on ink and paper. -Alina INSTAGRAM