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FortyWinks
Poems
Jun 2015
In the heat of blisters
When stalactites melt a slow dance to earth
do humans cry when the sky talks in verse?
In the heat of blisters, my hand dies to feed you
a hot toddy for a sad soul.
Make me.
Speak!
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