florence
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the hollow expiration of the modern echoA Poem by florencedecember 2019 |
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mid-february five-o’clock sunsetA Poem by florencefebruary 26, 2020 |
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a broken mirror is a bad omenA Poem by florencedecember, 2019 |
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rosé cider (i ate a seed and now its growin..A Poem by florenceaugust twenty-second, 2019 |
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i get too close to an open flameA Poem by florenceaugust twenty-ninth, 2019 |
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my heart is an open pomegranateA Poem by florenceaugust twenty-third, 2019 |
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ROSE WATERA Poem by florencemy submission for the lyric contest |
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the futility of the dying perennialA Poem by florenceaugust twenty-second, 2019 |
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the gospel of the winter-time cherry blossomsA Poem by florencesubmission entry |
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quite simply i am just no good at loveA Poem by florenceaugust twelfth, 2019 |
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