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I heard the moon call out my name
I heard the moon call out my name As I lay in flannel all alone in bed A book half opened I had no heart to read.
Katya Sabaroff Taylor
Jun 10, 2020
THIS IS AMERICA!
An attempt to strip away my dignity And expose the nakedness of my vulnerability. You murder us without hesitation or regret While...
Stan Johnson
May 31, 2020
Gray Days (an Eintou)
Gray days Stringing themselves Together like small beads
L. Whitefeather
May 24, 2020
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