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Bryce Nov 2018
Eating out my bowl
I wipe my heart on the sleeve
with phlegm and oils.
Bryce Nov 2018
Fluorescent bulb flicks
I write sonnets to loved ones
That will never be.
Bryce Nov 2018
Poe
Arguing above
The corvids seek a meal
caked upon the ground
Bryce Nov 2018
Hillside tree fingers
anxious branches hear winds
and wave to old friends.
Bryce Nov 2018
Loud scrape of metal
Sunray shafts of brilliance
The miners get dressed.
Bryce Nov 2018
Fresh-litter kitten
Softly mewing for mother
Placed within a box.
Bryce Nov 2018
Two golden finches
Take breadcrumbs from open hands
Resting in a palm.
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