New Year,
crowd's so thick
you can't see the beachthe whistle goes up
tennis ball crackle -
an unkempt lawn of phoneswho will browse
their photo vault?
will they remember?
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(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]
Poetrymy keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars. ( 1 year of poetry )
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New Year,
crowd's so thick
you can't see the beachthe whistle goes up
tennis ball crackle -
an unkempt lawn of phoneswho will browse
their photo vault?
will they remember?