Tag: #poetry
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#072: FOMO at bedtime (a Collum lune)
Moon’s stars assembled Like night owl Pink Ladies The Sun, Sandy
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#071: An awful microwave (a Collum lune)
Irrespective of time A nucleus of chill remains On my plate
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#069: moving through

his excitement bubbles at the pit an every-stop service, emotions prime to flit his skin contains all the muscle memories possible lives and their fictional trajectories . to sigh or scribe, decide what to do first for an opaque organ in need of a cloudburst he breathes in and out, trying to keep the melody…

