Poetry
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Once (revisited)
I was once a bright bird. You found me in the tangled web of anxiety and…
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our apocalypse of happiness.
We met at the hour of your birth, when a mythos of uncommon words were all…
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Pulp
She cannot ignore the bright and fleshy pulseclasped to the sleeveof her weather-beaten overcoat.Its color brightens and…
