Category: Poetry
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That, has nothing and everything to do with your class. I’m sorry I’m not paying attention, but there are matters… Read more
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Brick and mortar rest, sharp weapons in dirty hands, and she’s repairing broken walls she doesn’t remember building. But something,… Read more
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The hardest part of waiting it watching the clock —tick, tick. Strapped around my wrist, in a world that’s rushing… Read more
