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She just keeps writing poems {hardly}

anybody reads. Bleeds to page and blooms in crimson, sky and song. It’s okay if {almost} nobody’s list -ening. This is her place, her space to whisper, stumble, scream. She’s got a ream of paper ten miles long, an unspent … Continue reading

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