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as an echo of times past going forward constant swift current at bottom of this river left the art galleries, public spaces, schoolrooms filled with objects of desire or determination probably a refined intellect allowed people to interact in diversity. as you can see above, explained by an expert. while we sleep, the stars silently […]
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Roots
The curve of my spine is a crescent moon I grew bent into the ground Rooted I grew up and came down, relentlessly Insecurity grew on my shoulders like fungi A visible hunch, like a hill in an old familiar place Nostalgic A memory people would revisit from time To time Don’t mistake my form […]
