prose poetry
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Fae’s georgosity I yearn
Eternality or lack thereof they call life, how I yearn to be in the arms of thee… Resting ever so gently,calmly play your tenuous tune; a small fae’s whisper: ‘Times marching arrow Is a deep deep blue’ Eternality or more-so… Continue reading
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unborn sister I sea
My sister unborn an exact replica of me; waiting to be born in a sea of callosity she grasps for my hand above the water. I say ‘so long’ and pull her back underneath… As a sister I may be… Continue reading
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