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toronto

I look back turning my head

and I see myself

stranded

on a concrete island between rapid

lanes

where white lights bled into white lights… 97 more words

Amy Gleeson

freddy 8.14.14

he unhinged each rib, prying them open

with such tenderness, scooping up my tiny

heart, a baby bird, which cooed

and cried and shivered from… 113 more words

Amy Gleeson