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My bones creak and moan,as if they’ve seen too much,as if they’ve moved through a world too harsh.At my last physical,I apologized to my d..
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(1) Splashes of color interlock with the worldA safe haven, a bed of restMoving on to the unknownI wait silentlyI walkLock the moon onto the canvas an..
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I live in a junkyard called home,littered with moldy memories,black,like the mold in our bathroom.Storage units explode, unlaunderedand taggedclothes ..
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A young womanpainted with sweet,delicate strokes.Brown hair cascadingjust below hercollar bone.Emerald eyes gazeinto a rectangularshard of glass.A kal..
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She digs into her chest until her fingers bleed. No matter how many pages she writes or how deep she digs, she never gets to the root of all she holds..
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