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Feb 2018
it bubbles and burns
the softness I yearn
leaves its mark inside me

its sweet and its raw
of earth, and claws
and fizzles deep inside me

flowers grow better
sunk in seltzer
poppies bloom inside me

petals caress
like a maid's wedding dress
up my throat, inside me

they say I'm in bloom
so I consume
the soda, now deep inside me.
Autumn Whipple
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Autumn Whipple  sacramento . california
(sacramento . california)   
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   anastasia nikos
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