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 Mar 2021 trf
Eleanor Sinclair
Do you ever wonder
if the painter
tires of his colors?
 Mar 2021 trf
Sonia Ettyang
His eyes spoke profoundly what his lips couldn't utter.
©Sonia Ettyang
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When did relationships
Get defined
By a read receipt?
Will we
Now
Only measure intimacy
By a tweet?

What do we have left,
Why can’t we
Go back
To laughter
In a diner seat
 Mar 2021 trf
Emma Elisabeth Wood
angel eyes,
glance my way
survey how my arms
twist in delight
at the mention of
your name
take in each detail
of my freckles and hair
my haggard heart
has kept its beats warm
for you, kept itself going
for the promise of one
more kiss

angel eyes,
you have the devil
inside you
if I am not there in your gathering,
there is no sadness,
there is no sadness..
stories of ours, of our closeness,
aren't less,
they are plenty.
I have turned
my mornings into evenings sitting in your courtyard.
[that is I have so many times passed my time there.]
 Mar 2021 trf
Anna
hello friend
I am here to tell you
this is the sign you were looking for
I love you even if he doesn't
and I want you to know
everything will be okay eventually
please keep going
you got this
 Jan 2021 trf
Robyn
A is for addict
 Jan 2021 trf
Robyn
A person addicted
an abuser of substance,
slave to poison.
Pursuing an intoxicating dream-

Is it truly preposterous,
the desire to escape reality.
Leaving behind the the grey
of a long forgotten world.

White lines, like snow
paving the path to a baseless illusion.
A ticket out
even if only transitory.

Addict?
 Jan 2021 trf
Bipolar Hypocrite
You've given me tons of reasons to leave,
But I still stay
Because those reasons weren't enough
To keep me away
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