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the 1st

Your wool sweater is
missing every button but
o           n           e
strangling your brittle neck
balancing your head like an acrobat
  r o u n d… 59 more words

Poetry

hidden

She tells you she can’t write,
and you believe her,
not knowing of all the
letters,
symphonies,
notes,
novels,
poems,
diaries,
journals,
And pages that she’s filled with all of the… 33 more words

Poetry

H to Oh

Tear drop
From cloud
Stop
Don’t come any closer
That flow too strong
What’s current
Currently
Drenched
Benched
The weight of the world
Pull ups on the moon… 8 more words

Escape

Silence is violent, a danse macabre of the mind, slowly twisting into a death spiral
where the left and right brain battle a civil war for sanity… 93 more words

Poetry

Seven. Each of our
past lives is like a splinter.
Body of lumber.

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Wellspring

There is a wellspring that never runs dry,
where magical words overflow
to fill the dark crevices of my heart
with the poetry I long to express. 60 more words

Writing

Hung over on the
bus back home. Outkast hums. The
weekend that wasn’t.

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