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I was precipitate before a setting sun, wanting and wasted, temerarious in hope, devoted endlessly to the idea that even people come in pairs.
By Shals9 months ago in Poets
patience pushing through provocation and pain with poise passively plastered on unperturbed faces papering over the cracks formed
By ali3 days ago in Poets
the storm inside brews matching the weather outside longing for shelter
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 days ago in Poets
It was a miserable day. It had been a miserable for a month and Peggy, the old doddery woman, waited at the bus stop in the pouring rain.
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