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LIQUID POISON
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March 30
Poetry
A bird it lost, it calls, my dear where art thou? I wait amongst these vibrant flowers, they pulse.
I! so very young, so very distractable, I hunger for thou. The smoke it curls, ashes fly, white snow.
" All our lives we ground together sideways."
- Margaret Gibson
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