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 Oct 2018
Leah Lost
They try to control the power we have
but we rule over men when we undress
We carry an ancient beauty that is mysterious and frightening
Perfection in the curves of our flesh
 Oct 2018
Madisen Kuhn
sun squares on the hardwood
the morning robins
and you.
 Oct 2018
Joseph Murphy
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. —Robert Frost
 Oct 2018
strawberry fields
i crashed somewhere
your barren heart’s desert—
buried in sand

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