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    Red Rose

    A linguist stutters at her belly button Lover’s crawl up to her chest And drink upon the collarbone One hums his mother’s Spanish lullaby Another pleads for his father to stop The reckless beating She sits by the window pane…

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    An imprisoned poem

      Butterflies perched upon lashes The dark in my eyes is engulfing all Stars in yours A hiccup stung the memory of you I knit a bag of lies to carry on Shapely shoulders Disproportionate bones break like Twigs under…

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    A tree as a protest Art

        we talk in circles and to anyone they shout, ‘just get to the point already’ when none of them studied geometry or physics or Wordsworth or expectation you expect poetry to greet you like an old friend so,…

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