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Staff note: This is touching.
Our bodies carve
through the mist,
like the woods are carved
by worn trails.
...
Nothing hurts more than
a paper cut from a page
that contains a blade of
poetry.
your heart is swollen to make your breasts appear larger
and flowers have more colors, even the dying ones
and some mornings, you see him...
Letters anyone? If you’re interested click here.
Letters anyone? If you’re interested click here.
Letters anyone? If you’re interested click here.
I sleep away most of my life
day dreaming and believing in promises
if you say something, I bet you mean it.
warm under covers and cold in my skin,
I long for stray cats to come my way.
and if they do,
I shoo them away,
regardless of their innocence,
and I am stranded;
hoping they will come back
because they cannot live
without
me.