Stories tagged with: Poetry
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destruction brings / forth growth that blossoms
Aaron -
Without poison my brain begins to open / expand in all directions like the finders of sea / anemone
Magdalene -
Immense joy radiates from my center / Out through my fingertips / Leaving behind a trail of goodness
Amelia Q. -
Though at times it hurts me to reflect, I am grateful I ended our sickening romance.
Wis -
The warm sunset dyes the world in soft oranges / and sets the wind on cool, blowing in memories from the sea.
Christiane
