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Poetry Saves the World



Unwashed Apple Seeds

Apple seeds poisoned with the elements of myself I can not swallow fill bowls around my house. They don't allow mixed fruit into this place, no hollow echos from stoneless peaches or the too sweet nectar of just one strawberry.... Continue Reading →


Tired, trying to move on the air drugged by lavender vodka and the inhabitants tearing them down. I can't live with all of you. Your multi-lensed eyes scared of water-bag ghosts, making your imprint in the hummus, your off-spring in... Continue Reading →

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