Poetry
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Literature Crumbling
The suit rests pressedon the queen bed.Dust blankets unread literaturecrumbling on shelves.No one noticed.Someone playedClare De…
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Wallpaper
She sits on the plush, velvetcushion of the sofa.Her arms resting at hersides. An open window…
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Random thoughts on a cold January evening.
Sorrow is such a lovely word, like sparrow or fragile. It invokes something delicate, vulnerable, and…
Krista Fazendin 