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 Jul 2020 Khyati
John Destalo
she called
herself

maybe
someone

called her
first

but now
she called

herself
doll face

porcelain

delicate
breakable

painted lips
puckered

posing for
pictures

discovering
pain lives

in paint
 Jul 2020 Khyati
Fry
Poison
 Jul 2020 Khyati
Fry
I understand now
Why people poison themselves
Everyday
I used to think it was
Inconceivable
Now I do it every night
 Jul 2020 Khyati
Alicia Moore
I discovered beauty through a pair of tearful eyes.
The light of day broke the running waterfall
to reveal what was hidden behind such delicacy:
knowledge,
kindness,
warmth,
passion.
One cannot place their hands on beauty,
it cannot be held in an embrace,
the core of its meaning is fully locked behind guarded orbs.
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