Poetry – Page 65 – A Dash of Sunny

Pink Moon ~ Part Three: The Haunted Bracelet

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I hear again, the screams shackled under the light of the moon; the […]

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The sky can let go like an obsidian wish saved for later; fading […]

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Lusty, the time of youth when silence is song, song is silence– it’s […]

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It’s a predicament, it’s a predicament, it’s a saucer of urge– unmistakably a […]

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I suppose it makes sense, bodies have limited shelf life unlike almond butter […]

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Round up the centuries and feel the heat, the percussion of lightly perfumed […]