Aikaterine
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Leaving Picket FencesA Poem by AikaterineOpen to interpretation |
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Metaphor.A Poem by AikaterineYou told me to write about falling and the delicate way that your palms shake.[Last night, I hung my feet from crumbling cliff edges, I kicked my lef.. |
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Cough Drops and Flying.A Poem by AikaterineI used to hold cough drops tight in my palms, and you'd laugh when the colours stained my skin, but I told you that maybe one day you'd see how bright.. |
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Waiting for a Misfire.A Poem by AikaterineWe're scrawled dreams in pencil crayons, because nothing's black and white. We're breathless silences and laughter tumbling through dull days. We're p.. |
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Tissue Paper Thoughts.A Poem by AikaterineI carry fresh thoughts of you in my pocket, folded in pink tissue paper,the kind we used to roll into balls, and call roses.I number each wannabe-rose.. |
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