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Hold Closed Lips (poem #342)
Hold closed lips, words creased and eyes alive ready to burst with life and sound, pressed and folded into what…
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Glowing Eyes [poem #341]
Glowing eyes inward into the sunlight drifting, reflected among broken glass and oil. Thank you for reading! Please follow…
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Cold and Ice [poem #340]
Cold and ice, dreams boiling under skin ready to fizzle into mist exposed to winter air golden kisses barely warm…
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Still (poem #339)
Still, she thought, her mind settled into the base of her skull a bubbling in her words, her heart quickened,…