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Amidst the ChaosA Poem by embeddedMy mother’s voice is the tip of a dragonfly’s wing. My sister’s voice is silk-smooth and unwearable. My father’s voice is a .. |
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Hearing Ito, I Cannot ListenA Poem by embeddedHiromi Ito is a mind-blowing, revolutionary poet. If you do not know her, check her out. She inspired this poem. Dirty gritty inyoface |
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Being PresentA Poem by embeddedPushing my personal boundaries as a writer. Playing with formatting and all that jazz. I appreciate critique! (For my mother. And every mother) |