Poetry – Page 63 – A Dash of Sunny

Ash is the purest white

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The sky can let go like an obsidian wish saved for later; fading […]

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Lusty, the time of youth when silence is song, song is silence– it’s […]

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It’s a predicament, it’s a predicament, it’s a saucer of urge– unmistakably a […]

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I suppose it makes sense, bodies have limited shelf life unlike almond butter […]

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Round up the centuries and feel the heat, the percussion of lightly perfumed […]

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Hurry across the promenade, run your fingers upon the shallow depth of field […]