Somewhere, between dreams new & old,
between breaths in the cold autumn night,
inhale, exhale, inhale,
dust dissolves into stark contrast, and sharp
fine lines. The real world reaches out and grabs--
Exhale.
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Please Don't Touch
ŞiirPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
