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The Difference That We Breed
Lingering is loudness, screaming solitude in sleep. Do you hear them? Do you see it? The difference that we breed? Trustfall on the walls, they’ll stay still, be mute. Lean on their bricks, though; their cries are fine loot. Stampede across cobble floorboards They’ll wince but not stir. Dance dust on their crevises, however, hear…
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“Am I Doing This Right?”
“Am I doing this right?” He cries, his eyes wide in wonder. “Am I doing this right?” She’ll ask as her newborn son comes around. “Am I doing this right?” But those are not his first words. “Am I doing this right?” And her camera clicks his first steps. “Am I doing this right?” “Welcome!”…
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Angel
Usually, angels grow their wings once they have flown through life. Once the days have all bled and raised petals to the nights. Once there are ruffled feathers on their backs, taut from defeat, So then others draw bandages of love and ‘please, breathe.’ They cannot leave Earth when they still call it home, When…
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Old English
‘From hence where’st we knot, my bosom bore deep. Her love is a lion, your heart: prey hath seek’d.’ Rich blood seeps like teardrops, soft trails down burned cheeks. Not blood of pain, an adorational bleed. Wipe, dear angel, wipe sadness from heat. Don’t be hurt, my dear; find comfort from me. I bare you,…