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  • Freedom

    FREEFORM SEPTEMBER Knocking at my door Stands freedom Waiting for me to open and Let myself out. All I have to do is to pack My hopes away in boxes full of Little painted fingernails With sparkles, half-licked Lollipops and warm wet Hugs in fluffy towels. Knock-knock. Knocking at my door Stands the truth That Read more

  • Morning

    Cinquain #9 Missing sunrise Again, I struggle with Unnecessary guilt because I hoot with The owls, seeing clearly into shadow truths not Daylight hours. Read more