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ᗺᗷ Sep 2016
The race card gets played
Even when dealt a fair hand.
The last hand still hurts.
ᗺᗷ Sep 2016
Fire was a gift
We took to scorch the planet.
Where flies the phoenix?
ᗺᗷ Sep 2016
English class built walls
That blocked the sun. Poetry
Made me brave the night.
ᗺᗷ Sep 2016
Eye lids grow heavy.
Lashes grip the handles of
Baggage carved from jade.
ᗺᗷ Sep 2016
Jump ropes tied to hands.
Keep rhythm with her despite
All who step between.
ᗺᗷ Sep 2016
Callous built on hands
Once gave wick but now too thick
Choked the flame he lit
ᗺᗷ Sep 2016
Cells that build my heart
All break down then reconstruct.
Her voice, the blueprint.
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