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Feb 2021
I've been collecting words
for years- cataloguing

feral and oblivion, catharsis and
iridescence. I keep gusto

in the drawer beside my bed.
I put visceral next to the broken

mirror you left. I've hidden marrow
next to vastness as if they are mine

alone. See how they slip out of me
like a ****** nose at just the wrong time.
Parker Vance
Written by
Parker Vance  Baton Rouge
(Baton Rouge)   
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     gabby and Garrett Johnson
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