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Feb 2019
confessing my sorrows to a daffodil
petals reflect colors of disdain and contempt upon me
I reach not to the reflection but to a bottle of encapsulated freedom

oft did my feelings reverberate the sound of a forbidding touch
laying upon a hill of dirt
Iā€™m doused in shades of blue
palpating the flesh that becomes mottled
sloshing off layers hoping to satiate this hollow body
these bones become stilled by a heart that no longer beats so sure
a temple barraged with unbidden webs
clouds come and take their place
Hannah Marie
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Hannah Marie
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   Justin Pfirsch
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