Category: Poetry and Prose Contest
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float inside you, fondle your hear
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the sand squishes up between my toes like brown sugar
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I remember that Halmoni was the first person to call me a bitch.
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It is the aperture that we cling to, an exit that implies a return.
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i will peel the orange for you and in the moment you hold the piece in your mouth
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i wish to be burnt alive by what i love.
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Billions of snakes deep throating themselves into oblivion.
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you laugh about buying duck eggs from the farmstand
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Outside, that bright horizontal line cut the land in two. In his mind, Murrey was everywhere but the kitchen. In his mind, the bitterness of the coffee diluted, and it was morning.
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Mountains can block clouds, peak so high rain can’t climb them
