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This Poem is a Rite of Passage

. , a small spill of thought caught in an invisible chalice, a palace built of ink and stones unthrown. It’s a lonely heart crossing itself and hoping to die, a whiled and wily why, a wisp of whim. It’s … Continue reading

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