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Blurring Together
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Air resembles mustard gas
It’s all a haze
Through a pane of isinglass
Watching passing days.
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Write the Year 2023—Week 29: Multiplicity
I lost my mind this week; on Tuesday, I took a bunch of pictures (just on my phone) while out on a Danger Beagle walk. I had intended to just do, like an Instagram post or something and call it “Texture Tuesday” or some other nonsense. I never did, so instead, I guess I wrote 12 short poems? The form and a link to it follow each poem below.
Title: LashesWC: 14
Lashesdowncast, demure.Idle, they…
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