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touka
Poems
Sep 2014
secret
My mouth aflame with bitter tracks; aΒ Β place unreckoned to a soul.
In convulsion and life do these things run -- in whatever thrives, to throbbing piles of char.
In darkness and whatever else may be near their grip,
power
in both
is inevitable.
c.e
what're you hiding, dear?
#poem
#old
Written by
touka
23/F/Wilmington, NC
(23/F/Wilmington, NC)
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