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A Poem by Day
I knew when I picked that tulip from the neighbour’s yard
that I wasn’t just killing a flower but something..
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A Poem by Day
I hop into a bed most nights, most nights I take my panties off and if I’m lucky then there’s something soft like a blanket knit by my gra..
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A Poem by Day
o' turtle in your tankwhy do you cry?belly-ache or heartache;which is it this time, turtle?o' slow creatureidle too longit's time to move onmoss colle..
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A Poem by Day
or really, how not to.
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A Poem by Day
I was born with an overwhelming empathyfor all creatures encompassing me,a red heart ready to feel somethingI’d never felt before;I was bornwith..
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A Poem by Day
even the kindest of honeybees will be crushed under the
weight of rubber and cloth.a man lacking consideration, appreciatio..
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A Poem by Day
I burned my fingers the other dayon a hot stove element just
to see how it felt,and although I tried I couldn’t cry,i..
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A Poem by Day
there’s always this voice in the back of my head, mumbling words that I don’t understand so for years, I sit, listening; trying to deciphe..
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A Poem by Day
your eyesof orchidsmaybe lotus...they float detachedstars perhaps. a ship set sail longing...youa pixie&rsqu..
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A Poem by Day
walks on tiptoes; an arachnid of sortswith ballet legs and great white jaws sinks itsteeth beside the collar of your jacket,unfastening the buttons to..
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