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- Category: October 2019
cancer ward
the permanent markers
running low
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- Category: October 2019
cancer ward
we breathe each breath
mindfully
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- Category: October 2019
her lover
breaks through the brushstrokes
of her sullen art
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- Category: October 2019
my shadow reflects
on its life
before there was light
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- Category: October 2019
fiat umbra
my shadow recreates
its sense of self
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- Category: October 2019
my shadow
decodes messages hidden
to the naked eye
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- Category: October 2019
my shadow
fills out my application
to be myself
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- Category: October 2019
at dead low water
where meaning lies
and distance ends
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- Category: October 2019
we enter
our perfect expression
without words
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- Category: October 2019
facing extinction
fat cats lick
their nether regions
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- Category: October 2019
climate change debate
we dignify the old fart
with silence
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- Category: October 2019
turning over a new leaf
the climate change denier
bites the dust
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- Category: October 2019
I miss the train
while listening to
people get ready
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- Category: October 2019
writers block . . .
I see a minstrel
and want to paint it black
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- Category: October 2019
moving sultrily
to a very cellular song
the blonde sucks me in
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- Category: October 2019
not yet dead
the long lost track
of my generation
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- Category: October 2019
dazed and confused
our love flies
like a lead balloon