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Elisa Cinelli
Poems
Feb 2020
the end
I didn't know there were chapters
and pages that turned
yellow and ripped
or that one day it would all burn
I didn't know that petals would fall
or what snow was
or black dead night
I didn't know that truth would be an illusion
or that bricks could ever crumble
Sitting in the desert sun
a thick, smooth flower bursts
from its bud
jagged spines run
up its stem while I choke
on nothing but air
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Elisa Cinelli
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