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There are heartsFit to be called dried leaves:No matter the times you water themthey’ll never live f

In this thunderstorm, don’t get any closerYou’re a thunder without the lightningand you’ve acquainte

You’re the smiles in the good timesthe laughter in the long nightsa pocket of sunshine on a rainy da

The Bluegrass Fair - Bruce Adler

Let me press my sighs into your flesh;raw, tender - need burning holy,& dripping with love.– m.d

@nosebleedclub ‘s september prompts: #2 english departmentID text below[black text on whi

ivyburied:self-portrait with illness  [ journal // march 24, 2020 ]

We used to live in a house with a porch surrounded by jasmine vines;crawling around the porch and up

Past midnight and there are still no stars. There is only a bleakness that invades my soul from the

Let me press my sighs into your flesh;raw, tender - need burning holy,& dripping with love.&

-my fingers remember | Rishika Aggarwal © 2017 | (check out my poetry chapbooks!)

empyrreal:── wordless definition | fio huang        @inkstay​ may prompt #18

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