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Standing in mist
beyond many turn
of moon,
the horizon does
sing
something sweet.
Bitter tongues rage quick
Quick, quick!
Love,
silence your blood!
It will pass
anyway.
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(May 25, 2024.)
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Poetry Collection.
PoetryEvery poem that I have ever written in my designated poetry journal since the day I was eleven years old. Read at your own risk. 😎
