Poetry
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The breath between Words
This world has been destroyed many times. And yet, I rebuild my monasteries, growing my trees…
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Unfettered
He died at 12:50pm. Air left his body on a long sigh. I watched him die…
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Dogwood tree
She could make me laugh— we sat alone under a dogwood, blue blanket covering the rust,…
Krista Fazendin 