Mirage

(Written on 11/16/20, but for whatever reason, not posted)Your breath refracts offwrinkles on their browsperfect arches, more definedwith every ache of your spine at midnightbone by bone, throw them into the firecast your marrow into the pyrevials of poison,to each their owna, mansion, a lover, perfectionaloneguzzle blue flames,sand...

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To The Page

I think I forgot how to speak.I owe a call to the best friend in my phone,and an ode to the summer walked on a bone.An "I'm sorry!" to that boy I somewhat liked,And a 加油!to that brother who's completely wiped.The page called my name yesterday,or was it...

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Leatherbacked

Leatherback tales, spin me a turtleof stars tattooed on skinmoon washing sandand peoplewho live without breathkeepthe tiny grain, boundless pageskeepcurator, the leatherbackedposted on: https://youngwritersproject.org/node/37854 ...

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