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Saturday, January 2, 2021

words align (4)


sweet friend recall always
the honey and storm
in their cry(s) [sic]


you are the sea I am but a dream


lust bitter on her tongue
smear(ed) blood a language they scream


ache(s) whisper(ed)
frantic worship

Magnetic Poetry Kit: Original Edition

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