writing poetry
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The atrocity of spring
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≻: The atrocity of springHow dare the flowers disguise themselves firstAs gnomes of ice, guarding the path’s either flank,Ankle-tall towers feeding the land’s thirstWith…
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Ceiling
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≻: CeilingOftentimes I lay afloat on my bed, buoyant aboveSwarths of blanket and dark thoughts, andMoments of self reflection come to…
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Some days I feel like a handbag
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Snow flurries
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≻: Snow flurriesThey are coming down in fat chunks, heavy and rapid,Each unit a stack of football players, five or six tacklingOne,…
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Be sure to wear flowers in your hair
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≻: Be sure to wear flowers in your hairI’m a heartless bitch — I tell myselfAs I stick my fingers into my chest andTrace between my ribs to…
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Bouldering
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≻: BoulderingOne must cling onto what one can when the worldSwoons beneath the feet. In the instance of falling,The scrabble to…
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