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2.5
The surface
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2.4
It’s safe here. It’s blank. It’s a place to wipe my sorrows away.
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2.3
Tears
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“One Art”
For me, poetry has done what I can’t really explain:
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immortality
You have done this before.
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Throat
I am choking. I am choking.
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2.2
She stood. Her hair, dark and wispy, soft and strangling like it always was, wafts gently in the wind.
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Growth
I land in a forest.
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Keep Going
Go back. go back. go back.
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washing. scrubbing. scratching.
Like blood Like water.
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