Kalea
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EquinoxA Poem by KaleaValley lilies kiss her winter-blushed skin,Birthing of pastels and morning song birdsBecome an invitation to breathe.Her sun shares its melodyAs his w.. |
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Burned BridgesA Poem by KaleaFinal Line from Louise Gluck's, Circe's Power. |
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BrainwashedA Poem by KaleaInspired by Louise Gluck's, A Fantasy |
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A Mother's WishA Poem by KaleaFrom the perspective of a mother with an autistic daughter. |
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A Sparrow's SongA Poem by KaleaEdith Piaf, French performer, left home at 15 to perform on the streets of Paris, eventually discovered by a nightclub owner after which she began wil.. |
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Dead End StreetA Poem by KaleaYou can tell an old homeBy grazing its wallsLetting your fingertips absorbStories of its withering pastAllow yourself close enoughYou’ll hear wh.. |
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The Soldier’s PrayerA Poem by KaleaIn memory of Mark Yanaway. |
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To My BodyA Poem by Kaleai.“Sugar-free vanilla with raspberry swirl”Lost between bodiesVoice meek, hazy - those words,My hometown ice cream shop, set you on fire.I.. |
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