Category: #100repchallenge
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#048: remembering winter
like crisp cardamom pods, frankincense and myrrh/gingerbread men, half-bitten grins, mid mirth/the smiles of human strangers all cinnamon sugar, homemade galore/no mega-mall label, no brand store-bought/thirst quenched by all those end of year crackly fire romances/thirst quenched by all those murky muddy ice-glazed pools we jump, splash and dance in/those melt in the middle mud…
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#046: Dog Ear Poem/Found Poem
Nothing, I was just The image of His penetrating Privilege Imagined And dark.