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her crane legs constructing the city with a meaning that wades through the water of air heavy with tears that have since evaporated into the summer shaved on her skin where she sees me shakes and turns to the sun setting into hesitant horizon * a good poem contains all of it for the poetry … Continue reading
i was told a family friend had four months left to live today. crying didn’t wash anything away, so i’m back here with all the life i got * i have taxes and expenses and those bills i still haven’t paid yesterday i was told i was dying with four months to live … Continue reading
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